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HYMN  I.     C.  M.     Newton 
On  opening  a  place  of  public  worship. 

1  T^EAR  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  bear, 
U  Thy  presence  now  display ; 

As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  piay'r, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Shew  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise; 
4nd  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow  ! 

5  INI  ay  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  pray'rs ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 
£  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round, 
To  come  and  fill  the  place. 


HYMN  IT.     L.  M.     Cowpe*, 

Another. 

\    TESUS,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
*^    There  they  behold  thy  mercy  seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee  thou  art  found. 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  thou,,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee,  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few ! 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here,  to  our  waiting  hearts,  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  pray V. 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care; 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 

5  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  thou  art  near ; 
Kor  short  thine  arm  nor  deaf  thine  ear ; 
Oh  rend  t:ie  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  thine  own  ! 

HYMN  III,    L.  M.     Gregg. 
JVof  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  TESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

«•*    A.  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
As'/amed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  sliine  through  endless  days? 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 


4 

o  AshamM  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon  r 

Lei  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  'till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  AshamM  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend 

On  wbofn  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No;  when  Tblush— be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  yes,  I  may, 
When  Pve  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  'Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain— 
'Till  then,  I'll  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And,  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  f 

HYMN  IV.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Weary  souls  invited  to  rest.     Matt.  xi.  28. 

1   |^OME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest, 
^  Come  and  accept  the  promls'd  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load ; 

O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad  $ 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woesj 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace  I 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 

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We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice. 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  \ 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

HYMN  V.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Choosing  the  better  part. 

1  "OESET  with  snares  on  every  hand; 
-*-*  In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand  : 
Saviour  divine,  diffuse  thy  light, 

To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving,  treach'rous  heart, 
To 'fix  on  Mary's  better  part; 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day    ' 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise — 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die; 
Secure  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 

HYMN  VI.     S.  M.     Doddridge. 

Salvation  by  erace  from  first  to  last.    Eph.  ii.  5. 

1  /^<  RAQE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ! 
^*    Harmonious  to  the  ear ; 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

%  Grace  first  contriv'd  a  way, 
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And  Jill  the  stops  his  grace  display 
Who  drew  the  woud'rous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  1  mect; 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Thro'  everlaslins  days  : 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone. 
And  well  deserves  the  praise; 
HYMN  VII.     C.  ML     Cowpeb. 
The  contrite,  heart. 

1  HpHE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
-*-    On  contrite  hearts  bestow  : 
Then  tell  nie,  gracious  God,  is  mine 

A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain. 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 
But  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But  when  I  cry,  "  My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  I  see  thy  saints  with  comfort  filPd, 

When  in  thy  house  of  pray'rj 
But  still  in  bondage  I  am  held, 
And  find  no  comfort  there. 


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5  Oli,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache — - 
D<  cide  this  doubt  for  me; 
And  ii'  it  be  not  broken,  break, 
And  heal  it  if  it  be. 

HYMN  VIII.     L.  M.     Cowper. 
Exhortation  to  Prayer. 

1  TI^IIAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 

'  *     In  coining  to  a  mercy  sc.it ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw; 
(Jives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  Prayer  we  cease  to  fight — 
Prayer  makes  the  christian's  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles,  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  a  pace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear, 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 

i(  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me." 

HYMN  IX.     L.  ML     Watts. 

The  humiliation)  exaltation,  and  triumphs  of 

Christ.     Phil,  ii  8.  9.     Col.  ii.  15. 

?   'THE  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace, 
■*      Thai  brightest  monument  of  praise 
Thai  e'er  the  God  of  love  design 'd, 
Employs  and  fills  my  lab'rfcig  mind. 


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J  Begin,  my  soul,  the  heav'nly  song, 
A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue  ; 
When  Gabriel  sounds  these  awful  things 
He  tunes  and  summons  all  his  strings. 

3  Proclaim  inimitable  love, 
Jesus  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array. 
And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 

4  He,  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones, 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  bleeds  and  groans  ! 
The  Prince  of  Life  resigns  his  breath, 
The  King  of  Glory  bows  to  death. 

5  But  see  the  wonders  of  his  powY, 
He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour, 
And  while  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dasli'd  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

6  Thus  were  the  hosts  of  death  subdu'd, 
And  sin  was  drown'd  in  Jesus'  blood  : 
Then  he  arose,  and  reigns  above, 
And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love. 

7  Who  shall  fulfil  this  boundless  song  ? 
The  theme  surmounts  an  angel's  tongue? 
How  low,  how  vain  are  mortal  airs, 
When  Gabriel's  nobler  harp  despairs  ! 

HYMN  X.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

0  Lord,  say  unto  my  soul,  I  am  thy  Salvatior.* 
Psalm  xxxv.  3. 
ALVATION  !  O  melodious  sound 
To  wretched  dying  men  I 
Salvation  that  from  God  proceeds, 
And  leads  to  God  again. 

2  Rescu'd  from  hell's  eternal  gloom, 
From  fiends,  and  fires,  and  chains 


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Rais'd  to  a  paradise  of  bliss, 
Where  love  triumphant  reigns! 

3  But  may  a  poor  bewilder'd  soul, 

Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 
Presume  to  raise  a  trembling  eye 
To  blessings  so  divine  ? 

4  The  lustre  of  so  bright  a  bliss 

My  feeble  heart  o'erhears  ; 
And  unbelief  almost  perverts        • 
The  promise  into  tears. 

5  My  Saviour  God,  no  voice  but  thine 

These  dying  hopes  can  raise ; 
Speak  thy  salvation  to  my  soul, 
And  turn  my  pray'r  to  praise. 

HYMN  XI.     C.  M.     Steele. 
The  Saviour's  Invitation.     John  vii.  37. 

1  ^l^HE  Saviour  c.alls— let  every  ear 
-*-    Attend  the  heavenly  sound; 
Ye  doubting  souls  dismiss  your  fear, 

Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty  longing  heart 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise, 

To  ease  your  every  pain  ; 
(Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies  !) 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice. 

The  gracious  call  obey  : 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys— 
And  can  you  yet  delay  r 


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5  Dear  Saviour  draw  reluctant  hearts. 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

HYMN  XII.     C.  M.     Doddridge:. 

Jesus — Precious  to  them,  that  believe. 
1  Peter,  ii.  7. 

i    TESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
*^    'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear, 

2  Yes  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

i  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  hearty 
And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  noblest  cordial  of  its  care. 

S  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
And  dying  clasp  thee,  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

HYMN  XIII.    L.  M.     Steele. 

Life  of  the  soul.     John  xlv.  19. 

"1^"HEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 
"     And  fainting  hope  almost  expires  5 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 


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I  Art  thou  not  mine,  my  loving  Lord  ? 
And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die ; 
Fix'd  on  thy  everlasting  word, 
That  woid  which  built  the  earth  and  sky  r 

3  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure  ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives, 
Here  let  me  build  and  rest  secure. 

4  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell— 

Immovable  the  promise  stands  ; 
Not  all  the  pow'rs  of  earth  or  hell, 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

5  Here,  O  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose, 

If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine ; 
Nor  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  an  union  so  divine. 

HYMN  XIV.     Sevens.     Cowper. 

Lovest  thou  me?    John  xxi.  16. 

ARK,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord — 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  wordj 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  : 
((  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'sl  thou  me  ? 

"  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 
And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wounds  : 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

"  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  r* 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

"  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above; 


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Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath. 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  ft  Thou  shall  see  my  glory-  soon. 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be. 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me?'' 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 

That  my  love  is  weak  and  taint; 

Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore; 

Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

HYMN  XY.     S.  M.     Cowper. 

The  shining  light. 

1  T\/TY  former  hopes  are  dead — 
■1^-i-  A{y  terror  now  begins  ; 

I  feel,  alas  !  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  T  fly? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar  ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom  ; 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me. 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Fore-runner  of  the  sun/ 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  wayj 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 
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HXMN  XVI.    L.  M.    Cam* 

Afy  somJ  thirsteth  for  God. 

1  T  THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

-*-  The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share; 
Thy  words,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross 

First  wean'd  my  soul  from  earthly  things, 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 
That  quickens  ail  things  where  it  Hows; 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle,  or  the  rose. 

4  Dear  fountain  of  delight  unknown, 
No  longer  sink  below  the  brim; 
But  overflow  and  pour  me  down 
A  living  and  life-giving  stream. 

a  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 
The  notice  of  thy  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 
Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  1. 

HYMN  XVII.    C.  M.    Cowpee. 

Walking  with  God. 

i  f\  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
^-'   A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame  j 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  rojd 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ? 

?.  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul  refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 


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3  What  peaceful  hours  I  o 

How  sweet  their  roem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  till. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourih, 
And  drovc'Thce  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God. 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
HYMN  XVII.    L.  M.     Fawceti  . 
Before  Sermon. 

1  fTMlY  presence,  gracious  God  afford  ; 
-*-    Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word  ; 

Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mix'd  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above  : 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fedf 

And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy  ; 
And  may  we  In  thy  faith  and  fear 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

4  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal ; 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will ; 
Thy  saving  pow'r  and  love  dispia\  . 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  da 


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HYMN  XIX.     Elevens.     K 

Exceeding  great  and  precious  \wo\i 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of 
Lord, 

Is  laid  for  your  faith,  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath 

said  ? 
You   who  unto  Jesus,  for  refuge  have  fled. 

In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
"  As  thy  days  may  demand  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be. 

"  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dis- 
may ?d, 

"  For  I  am  thy  God  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 

"  I'll  strengthen  thec,  help  thee,  and  cause 
thee  to  stand, 

li  Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnipotent  hand. 

"  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thec  to  go, 
"  The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  overflow  : 
"  For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to 

bless, 
u  And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

"  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 

"  My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  he  thy  supply ; 

"  The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee,  i  only  de- 
sign, 

"  Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to 
refine. 

"  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 
prove, 

w  My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  j 


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"  And  then  when  gray  hairs  shall  thy 

adorn, 
u  Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom 

be  borne. 

u  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  re- 
pose, 

"  I  will  nut y  I  will  not  desert  to  Iiis  iV.cs  : 
u  That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
i:  I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  fdrsake'7 

I1XMN  XX.     Sevens.     NjprTOWS 

Self  Examination. 

I   'HPIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
-*-    Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

0  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  he  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name  ! 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove  c 
EvYy  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  1  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me3  is  it  thus  with  you  r 

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6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grig  and  thrall  ; 
Should  I  grieve  lor  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  ai  all  ? 

7  Could  1  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  onee  abhorr'd 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun  j 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  he  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  1  love  at  all  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  Iov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to  day. 

HYMN  XXI.     S.  M.     Cowper. 

Dependence. 

1  nr*0  keep  the  lamp  alive, 

-*-    With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl  ; 
'Tis  water  makes  the  willow  thrive, 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  soul. 

2  The  Lord's  unsparing  hand 

Supplies  the  living  stream  ; 

It  is  not  at  our  own  command, 

But  still  deriv'd  from  him, 

3  Beware  of  Peter's  word, 

Nor  confidently  say, 
"  I  never  will  deny  thee,  Lord," 
But  grant  I  never  may? 

4  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone  5 


ti2 

And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

5  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

And  in  his  grace  confide  ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  (  f  Kings 
Than  all  your  works  i 

6  In  Jesus  is  our  store  ; 

(•race  issues  from  his  fljrohr  : 
Whoever  says,  "  I  want        mure," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 

HYMN  XXII.     C.  M.     I  oDDRioos. 

The  encouragement  young  perm  •  ;  kave  to  seek 

Christ.     Prov.  viil    17. 

1  ~\^E  hearts,  with  youthf;:'  \\gpr  warm, 

-1-    In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  cl 
A  Saviour's  voice" to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  c 

Stoops  to  converse  with 

And  lavs  his  radiant  glories 

Your  friendship  to  purs 

3  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  sec  rav 

"  Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
u  And  those  that  early  sc<  I   my  grace 
Ci  Shall  never  seek  in  vnia 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  s<  move, 

If  once  compard  with  : 
What  beauty  should  coir.        d  my  love 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  s 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  ( 

Vain  tempters  of  the  i 
;Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting        ice 
For  here  true  bliss  I  fi 


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HYMN  XXIII.     CM.    Steele. 

Jt  the  funeral  of  a  young  person. 

i   Tft/'TIEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away, 
*  '      By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

()  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  power  VI  too  must  die — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  Tiie  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

d  O  may  we  fly,  to  Jesus  fly  ! 

Whose  pow'rful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

5  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart. 

With  cleansing,  healing  power ; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart, 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 

HYMN  XXIV.     S.  M. 

The  Christian's  wants. 
I    TESUS  my  strength,  my  hope, 
♦^    On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  u\>y 
And  know  thou  hearest  proy V. 


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2  I  fant  a  heart  to  praj 

and  never  cc:; 
II  in  in-  :it  thy  stay. 
Or  wish  my  sufferings  les^. 
I  want  b  sober  mind, 

\    •  If-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  »  ast   behind 
The  baits  oi'  pleasing  ill. 

.''v  fcar, 
A  quick  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee,  A>heu  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  llie  tempter  fly. 
5  1  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single  steady  aim, 
(Unmov'd  by  threat'ning  or  re 
To  thee  and  thy  great  na; 
o  I  want  a  just  concern 

For  tbii  rtal  praise  : 

A  pure  desire  that  all  may  ic-1:; 
And   glorify  thy  grace. 

7  I  want,  with  all  my  heart, 

Thy  pleasure  to  fulfil  5 
To  know  myself,  and  what  • 
And  what's  thy  perfect  will. 

8  I  want,  I  know  not  what — 

1  want  my  wants  to  see  ; 
1  want— alas  !  what  want  1  1 
When  thou  art  not  with  me 

HYMN   XXV.     CM. 

Farting  IJijmn. 

|    OflD  .'  when  together  here  i 

*-*    And  taste  thy  heavenly  gra 

Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  swee', 

We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 


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2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  tliy  will, 

That  we  must  part  a.eain, 

0  let  thy  gracious  preseuee  still 
Willi  every  soul  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  he  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
Till  we,  around  thy  gloriaus  throne, 
Shall  joyous  meet  above  ; 

4  Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart 

Shall  then  forever  fly, 
And  not  one  thought  that  we  shall  part 
Once  intercept  our  joy : 

5  Where  void  of  all  distracting  pains, 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire; 
But  in  seraphic,  heavenly  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

6  And  thus  through  all  eternity, 

Upon  the  heavenly  shore, 
The  great  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Jehovah,  we7ll  adore. 

HYMN  XXVI.    S.  M. 

Evening   Hymn. 

1  HP  HE  day  is  past  and  gone ; 

-*     The  evening  shades  appear  j 
Oh  !  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest, 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possest. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings, 
"Til!  morning  light  appears. 


4  And  when  wc  early  i 

And  view  lb'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  lo  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  bui    lays  arepast, 

And  we  from  liiii',  remove, 
O  !  may  we  in  tfiy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  fove  ! 

HYMN  XXVII.     8,  7.     Robinson; 

Ebenc^"r.     \.  Sam.  vii.  12. 

\  /"^OME  thow  fount  of  every  blessing, 

^  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  ihy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  ne^  er  ceasing 

Call  for  son^>  of  loudest  praise. 
3  Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above: 
Praise  the  mount — -I'm  fixed  upon  it, 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 

3  Here  I  raise  my  EbUyezer: 

Hither  by  thy  help  I've  come : 
And  I  hope,  by  lliy  pood  pleasure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
InterposM  his  precious  blood. 

5  O,  to  grace  now  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  grace.  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  irand'riug  heart  to  thee  • 

5  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  1  love ; 
Here's  my  take  and  seal  it  : 

al  it  for  .  •  ' 


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HYMN  XXVIiL    s,  s,  6. 
TAe  Aew  fltrffc. 
t     A  WAlvDby  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
-^-  My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found. 

Expos'*!  to  endless  wo  ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim 
The  si  finer  must  be  born  again, 
Or  else  to  ruin  go. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  telly 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  he]!, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near  ; 
T  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
Jt  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head. 

£  no  relief  could  find  ; 
Thi.s  fearful  truth  renew'd  mv  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

And  wheim'd  my  torturd  mind, 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  oppressive  load  : 
Alas  !   I  read,  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tel  , 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Nns'reth  pasa'd  this  way, 

A n d  fe I t  his  p» ty  move  : 


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The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 

Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  notes  did  raise ; 
All  hail  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain; 
Unnumber'd  millions  born  again 

Will  shout  thine  endless  praise. 

HYMN  XXIX.     8.  7. 
Love  divine. 

1  "] "   OVE  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
~-4  Joy  ofheav'n  to  earth  comedown* 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 

2  Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art  ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

3  Breathe,  Oh,  breathe  thy  loving  spirit^ 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest  j 

4  Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning, 
Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 

5  Carry  on  thy  new  creation. 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 
Perfectly  secur'd  by  Thee ; 
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6  Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

'Till  in  heav'n  we  lake  our  place ; 

'Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

HYMN  XXX.     S.  M.     Newton. 
Bethesda's  Pool.    John  v.  2 — 4. 

1  T>ESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
**-*  appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  year  to  year  my  helpless  soul 

Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  seen 

The  healing  waters  move  ; 
And  other  round  me  stepping  in, 
Their  efficacy  prove  I 

3  But  my  complaints  remain  ; 

I  feel  the  very  same ; 
As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
As  when  at  first  I  came. 

4  O,  would  the  Lord  appear 

My  malady  to  heal ; 
He  knows  how  long  I've  languished  here$ 
And  what  distress  I  feel. 

5  How  often  have  I  thought, 
Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 
Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
Is  not  for  such  as  I  ? 

6  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 

There  is  ne  other  pool 
Where  streams  of  sovereign  virtue  flow 
To  make  a  sinner  whole.] 

7  Here,  then,  from  day  to  day, 

I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try ; 


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Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
Yet  Buffer  him  to  die  ? 

8  No — lie  is  full  of  grace  ; 
He  never  v>\\\  permit 
A  soul,  that  fain  would  see  his  face. 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 

HYMM    XXXI.  L .  M.     Doddridge — Altered. 
Shiner  found  wanting.     Dan.  v.  27. 

1  T>  .USE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye, 
-*-*'  Behold  the  judgment  drawing  nigh  : 
Behold  the  balance  is  displayed, 

Where  thou  must  be  exactly  weigh/d. 

2  See.  in  one  scale  God's  holy  law  ; 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw ; 
Canst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain  ? 

Thy  works  how  light !  thy  thoughts  how  vain  ! 

3  Behold  the  hand  of  God  appears, 
And  writes  in  dreadful  characters, 

"  Tekel !  thy  soul  is  wanting  found ; 
"  With  trembling  hear  the  awful  sound, 
4-  "  Let  fear  thy  sin-bound  heart  embrace  ; 
"  Let  guilty  shame  overspread  thy  face, 
"  Conviction  thro'  thy  conscience  roll, 
"  And  deep  repentance  fill  thy  soul. 

5  "  One  only  hope  can  yet  prevail, 

u  Jesus  for  thee  can  turn  the  scale  ; 

"  Can  give  thy  guilty  conscience  peace, 

"  And  save  thee  by  his  righteousness." 

6  Dear  Saviour,  now  thy  power  impart; 
Convince  each  unconvinced  heart  j 
And  thy  salvation  let  them  view, 
Injustice  wrought,  and  mercy  too. 


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Believing  tins  they  shall  employ 
Their  hearts  and  lips  in  songs  of  joy  j 
Nor  e'er  of  wanting  be  afraid, 
When  in  God's  holy  balance  weigh'd. 

HYMN    XXXII.      C.    M.      Brown— ^feererf. 

Imploring  Mercy.     Lukexviii.   13. 

1  y  ORD,  at  thy  feet  in  dust  I  lie, 
-"  And  knock  at  mercy's  door  ; 
With  humble  heart  and  weeping  eye, 

Thy  favor  I  implore. 

2  On  me,  O  Lord,  do  thou  display 

Thy  rich  forgiving  love  ; 

O  take  my  heinous  guilt  away, 

This  heavy  load  remove. 

3  Without  thy  grace,  I  sink  oppre.s* 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell ; 
O  give  my  troubled  spirit  rest, 
And  all  my  fears  dispel. 

4  'Tis  mercy,  mercy,  I  implore, 

O  may  thy  bowels  move  : 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

5  Should  I  at  last  in  heav'n  appear, 

To  join  thy  saints  above  ; 
I'll  shout  that  mercy  brought  me  there, 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  love. 

HYMN  XXXIII.     C.  M.     Hoskins. 

Time  is  short.     1  Cor.  vii.  29. 

I  HP  HE  time  is  short !  the  season  near, 
J-    When  death  will  us  remove, 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love. 


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Tlie  time  is  short !  sinners  beware. 

Nor  trifle  time  away, 
Tlie  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 

While  it  is  call'd  to-day, 
The  time  is  short !  ye  rebels  now 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit , 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 

And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

The  time  is  short  I  ye  saints  rejoice — 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come  : 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice^ 

To  call  you  to  your  home. 

The  time  is  short !  it  swiftly  flies — 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand, 
When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 

And  reach  the  wish'd-for  land. 

The  time  is  short  ! — the  moment  near, 

When  we  shall  dwell  above ; 
And  be  forever  happy  there, 

With  Jesus  whom  we  love. 

HYMN  XXXIV.     L.  M.    Newton. 

Zion's  Traveller. 

AS  when  a  weary  traveler  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hilj; 
His  heart  revives,  if,  cross  the  plains, 
He  eyes  his  home,  tho'  distant  still. 

Thus,  when  the  christian  pilgrim  views, 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies  ; 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize, 

'Tis  there  with  Jesus  he's  to  dwell, 
To  spend  an  everlasting  day ; 
There  shall  he  bid  his  cares  farewell, 
For  he  shall  wipe  his  tears  away, 
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HYMN  XXXV.     C.  M.     Steel*. 
The  Saviour.     John  iv.  42. 

1  HHHE  Saviour!  O,  what  endless  charms 
-*-    Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 

Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  ricli  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 
9  Th'  almighty  former  of  the  skies, 
Stoop'd  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angels  viewed,  with  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  haii'd  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviftur,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour  and  my  all. 

HYMN  XXXVI.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 

Growing  in  Grace  by  God  the  Spirit. 
2  Pet.  iii.  18. 

L  "DRAISE  to  thy  name,  eternal  God, 
-■-     For  all  the  grace  thou  shed'st  abroad ; 
For  all  thine  influence  from  above, 
To  warm  our  souls  with  sacred  love. 

2  Blest  be  thy  hand,  which  from  the  skies 
Brought  down  this  plant  of  Paradise, 
And  gave  its  heavenly  glories  birth, 
To  deck  this  wilderness  of  earth. 


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3  Unchanging  sun,  thy  beams  display. 
To  drive  the  frosts  and  storms  away; 
Vfake  all  thy  potent  virtues  known, 
To  cheer  a  plant  so  much  thine  own. 

4  And  thou,  blest  Spirit,  deign  to  blow 
Fresh  gales  of  heaven  on  shrubs  below  • 
So  shall  they  grow  and  breathe  abroad 
A  fragrance  grateful  to  our  God. 

HXMN  XXXVII.     Ss. 

Death  of  a  Sitter.     Rev.  xiv.  13. 

1  ?TTIS  finished  '  the  conflict  is  past, 

*•     The  heaven  born  spirit  is  tied , 
Her  wish  is  accomplish 'd  at  last, 

And  now  she's  entomb'd  with  the  dead, 

2  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain, 

Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now  ; 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 

Since  Christ  was  her  liie  when  below. 

5  Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 

To  mansions  of  glory  above, 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light, 
And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love. 

4  Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain, 

That  she  is  now  gone  from  our  sight ; 
We  soon  shall  behold  her  again, 
With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 

HYMN  XXXVIII.     L.  M.    Dobell. 
Woman  of  Canaan.     Matt.  xv.  27. 

3  "REFOLD  a  sinner,  dearest  Lord, 

-*-*   Encourag'd  by  thy  gracious  word, 
Would  venture  near  to  seek  that  bread, 
By  which  thy  children  here  are  fed. 


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Do  not  the  humble  suit  deny, 

Of  such  a  guilty  wretch  as  1 ; 

But  let  me  feed  on  crumbs,  though  small, 

Which  from  thy  bounteous  table  fall. 

I  am  a  sinner,  Lord,  I  own  ; 

By  sin  and  guilt  I  am  undone ; 

Yet  will  I  wait,  and  plead,  and  pray, 

Since  none  are  empty  sent  away. 

HYMN  XXXIX.    Leed's  Col. 
Free  Grace.     Zach.  iv.  7. 

1  HPHE  voice  of  free  grace, 

-*-    Cries  escape  to  the  mountain  -7 
For  all  that  believe, 

Christ  hath  open'd  a  fountain, 
For  sin  and  uncleauness, 

And  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  so  freely 

In  streams  of  salvation  : 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  brought  us  a  pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again, 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded, 

To  the  Saviour  repair, 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy — 

And  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  can  remove  them  ; 

It  streams  from  the  fountain. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our  KiTTg, 

Reigns,  triumphantly  glorious  5 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 

He  is  more  than  victorious* 
With  shouting  proclaim  it, 

O  trust  in  his  passion  ; 


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He  saves  us  most  freely — 
O,  precious  salvation. 

i.  With  joy  shall  we  stand, 

When  escap'd  to  the  shore, 
With  harps  in  our  hands, 

We'll  praise  him  the  more; 
We'll  ranee  the  sweet  plains 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation 

For  ever  and  ever. 

HYMN  XL.     C.  M.     Steele. 
And  yet  there  is  room.     Luke  xiv.  22. 

1  "VTE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

-■-    Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store. 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms- 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ! 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
But  see  there  yet  is  room  ! 

3  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  : 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come; 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room  ! 


HYMN  XLI.     C.  M.     Newton  &  Gibbons. 
Social  Meetings.     Mai.  iii    16 — 18. 

1  V^HEN  sinners  utter  boasting  words, 

*  *      And  glory  in  their  shame; 
The  Lord,  well  pleas'd,  an  ear  affords 
To  those  who  fear  his  name. 

2  They  often  meet  to  seek  his  face, 

And  tell  what  he  hath  done  ; 
They  sing  office  and  sovereign  grace, 
Thro*  his  beloved  Son. 

3  u  They  shall  be  mine,"  Jehovah  cries, 

"  When  I  each  radiant  gem 
"  Collect — and  with  their  mingled  blaze 
M  Compose  my  diadem. 

4  "  With  transports  then  my  tender  care, 

"  And  favor  they  shall  prove  : 
(i  I'll  spare  them  as  a  father  spares 
"  The  children  of  his  love. 

5  "  Assembled  worlds  will  then  discern 

"  That  saints  alone  are  blest :   , 
"  When  wrath  shall  like  an  oven  burn, 
"  And  vengeance  strike  the  rest." 

HYMN  XLIl.     P.  M.     Hammond. 

Christ's  Blood  cleanseth  from  all  Sin. 
1  John  i.  7. 

1  TLTO  !  all  ye  trembling  sinners,  hear 
■O-  The  pard'nipg  voice  of  Christ,  and  live 
With  humble  confidence  draw  near  ; 

Jesus  commands  you  to  believe  : 
Believe,  and  all  your  sins  are  gone — 
Believe,  and  heaven  is  all  your  own. 

2  If  all  the  sins  that  men  have  done 

In  will,  in  word,  in  thought,  in  deed. 


•ia   4-fc 

Since  worlds  were  made,  or  lime  begun, 
Were  laid  on  one  poor  sinner's  head  ; 
The  stream  of  Jesus'  precious  blood, 
At  once  couid  cleanse  the  dreadful  load. 

HYMN  XLIII.     CM.     Steele. 

Jesus.     Phil.  ii.  10. 

1  TESUS  !  in  thy  transporting  name, 
*■*    What  blissful  glories  rise  ! 
Jesus  !  the  angel's  sweetest  theme— 

The  wonder  of  the  skies. 

2  Jesus  ■   and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 

For  miseries  and  woes  ? 
And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan  and  die, 
For  vile,  rebellious  foes  ? 

3  Victorious  love !  can  language  tell 

The  wonders  of  thy  pow'r, 
Which  conquerd  all  the  force  of  hell, 
In  that  tremendous  hour  ? 

4  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favors  so  divine  ? 
O  take  my  heart — this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thine. 

HYMN  XLIV.     8.  8.  6.     Kent. 

Social  Meetings.     Mat.  xvii.  20. 

1  ii  Al/'HERE  two  or  three  together  meet, 

"  My  love  and  mercy  to  repeat, 
"  And  tell  what  I  have  done, 
«  There  will  I  be,"  saith  God,  «  to  bless, 
"  And  every  burden'd  soul  redress, 
"  Who  worships  at  my  throne." 

2  Make  one  in  this  assembly,  Lord, 
Speak  to  each  heart  some  cheering  word, 

To  set  the  spirit  free  : 


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Impart  a  kind  celestial  show'r, 
And  grant  that  we  may  spend  an  hour 
In  fellowship  with  thee. 

HYMN  XLV.     Ls  M.    Dobell. 
Praise. 

TITHILE  here  on  earth  I'm  call'd  to  stay, 

*  ™     Fll  praise  my  God  from  day  to  day  ; 
Jesus  hath  wash'd  away  my  sin, 
And  made  my  soul  complete  in  him. 

When  I  am  brought  before  his  tfirone, 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  he  hath  done ; 
And  join  with  all  the  ransom'd  race, 
To  praise  the  riches  of  his  grace. 

Through  all  eternity  I'll  view 
My  Jesus,  and  admire  him  too  ; 
Praise  shall  attune  my  warbling  tongue, 
And  grace,  free  grace,  be  all  my  song, 

HYMN  XLVI.    L.  M.     Cennick. 

Seeking  Pardon.     Psalm  xxvii.  8. 

T   ORD,  at  thy  feet,  I  prostrate  fall, 
~"  Opprest  with  fears,  to  thee  I  call  ; 
Reveal  thy  pard'ning  love  to  me, 
And  set  my  captive  spirit  free. 

Hast  thou  not  said,  "  Seek  ye  my  face," 
The  invitation  I  embrace  ; 
I'll  seek  thy  face — thy  Spirit  give  ! 
O  let  me  see  thy  face,  and  live. 

I'll  wait,  perhaps  my  Lord  may  come  5 
If  back  I  turn,  hell  is  my  doom  ; 
And  begging  in  his  way  I'll  lie, 
Till  the  sweet  hour  lie  passeth  by. 


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4,  I'll  seek  his  face  with  cries  and  tears, 
With  secret  sighs  and  fervent  pray'rs; 
And  if  not  beard,  I'll  waiting  sit, 
And  perish  at  my  Saviour's  feet. 

5  But  canst  thou,  Lord,  see  all  my  pain, 
And  hid  me  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 
Thou  wilt  not,  canst  not  me  deceive, 
The  soul  that  seeks  thy  face  shall  live. 

6  Then  venture,  O  my  soul,  in  pray'r, 
For  none  can  perish  pleading  here  : 
The  hlood  of  Christ,  that  crimson  sea-, 
Shall  wash  my  load  of  guilt  away. 

HYMN   XLVII.     CM.     Jones. 

Successful  Resolve.     Esther  iv.  16. 

i  /~10ME  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
^  A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  tt  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
"I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne* 

"  And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

"  I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

"  Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  But  should  the  Lord  reject  my  plea; 

u  And  disregard  my  pray'r, 
"  Yet  still,  like  Esther,  I  will  stay, 
"  And  perish  only  there. 

[5  u  I  can  but  pei  ish  if  I  go— * 
"I  am,  resolv'd  to  try , 
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u  For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
"I  must  for  ever  die."] 

6  (  "  But  should  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 
"  \Vhen  I  the  king  have  tried  : 
"  I  there  should  die,  (delightful  thought !) 
"  Where  ne'er  a  sinner  died." 

riYMN  XLVIII.    L.  M.    Needham— Altered. 

Short  Devotions  the  Revivals  of  Religion. 
Matt.  vi.  7,  8. 

1  T"   ORD,  in  thy  presence  we  appear, 
-*-^  And  bow  before  thy  throne : 
Before  our  lips  begin  to  move, 

Our  wants  to  thee  are  known. 

2  Thou  know'st  the  language  of  the  heart, 

The  meaning  of  a  sigh  : 
Dear  Father,  hear  our  humble  pray'r, 
And  bring  thy  blessings  nigh. 

3  Few  be  our  words,  and  short  our  pray'rs^ 

While  we  together  meet ; 

Short  duties  keep  religion  up, 

And  make  devotion  sweet. 

HYMN  XL1X.     C.  M.     Hoskins. 
Prayer  for  the  Spirit's  Influence. 

IN  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come, 
To  worship  at  thy  feet; 
O,  pour  thy  holy  spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

re  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 
\>  hear  the  Saviour's  voice ; 
face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek— - 
make  our  hearts  rejoice. 


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Teach  OS  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  heai 

\n;l  understand  thy  word  ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 

And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

Here  let  thy  pow'r  and  grace  be  felt— 
Thy  love  and  mercy  known  ; 

Our  icy  hearts,  dear  Jesus,  melt, 
And  break  this  flinty  stone. 

Let  sinners,  Lord,  thy  goodness  prove, 

Ami  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdu'd  by  love, 

And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 

HYMN  L.     7s.     La.xgjfoiuvs  Cow 
Redeeming  Love.     Fsalrn  cxi.  9.    . 
1  "W'OW  beffin  the  heavenly  theme, 
■^    Sin^  aloud  in  Jesus's  name  j 
Ye  who  Jesus's  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears; 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears: 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

3  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slave?  to  death  and  sin  ; 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

4  Welcome,  all,  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  the  Saviour's  breast; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  LI.     7s.     Masters. 
True  Religion.    James  i.  27. 
j^TMS  religion  that  can  give 
-*-    Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live  j 


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'Tis  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

2  After  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity; 
If  the  Saviour  is  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  LI1.    L.  M.     Elliott. 
Request.     1  John  v.  13. 

1  ^f^HOu  who  for  sinners  once  was  slain, 
-*-    Once  dead,  but  now  alive  again  ; 
Give  ine  to  know,  to  taste,  and  prove 
The  pow'r  and  sweetness  of  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  to  feel  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  know  myself  an  heir  of  heav'n ; 
My  conscience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
And  fiil  me  with  the  love  of  God. 

HYMN  LIII.    L.  M.     S -. 

Social  Worship. 
I    \  CCEPT,  O  Lord,  our  songs  of  praise, 
-**-  Thou  source  of  love,  thou  sinner's  friend; 
We  bless  thee  for  these  means  of  grace, 
U  may  thy  grace  these  means  attend. 

3  Thou  wilt  not,  gracious  God.  despise 

The  humble  dwelling  where  we  meet; 
Accept  our  grateful  sacrifice, 
And  make  our  meditation  sweet. 

3  Spirit  divine,  without  thine  aid, 

A  Gabriel  here  might  preach  in  vain; 
Nou  be  thine  energies  display  "d  ; 
May  every  soul  instruction  gain. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  we  would  mal;e  thee  room  ^ 

For  thee  our  ardent  spirits  pant; 
Come,  O  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come, 
For  thou  alone  art  all  we  want. 


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HYMN  LIV.     L.  M.     K . 

Prayer  for  a  Side  .Minister.     John  xi.  S 

1  /"\  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne, 
^'   We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  clown  : 
View  i  he  sad  breast,  the  streaming  eye, 
And  let  our  sorrows  pierce  the  sky. 

2  Thou  know'st  the  anxious  cares  uefeel, 
And  all  our  trembling  lips  would  tell ; 
Thou  only  canst  assuage  our  grief, 
And  yield  our  wo-fraught  hearts  relief. 

3  With  pow'r  benign  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  ihy  people's  pray'r  j 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

4  Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave — 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save  j 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 

And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 

5  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tend'rest  ties, 
In  every  breast  his  image  lies; 
Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

6  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  pray'rs  and  tears  can  nought  prevail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  >afe  to  endless  clays. 

HYMN  LV.     8.  8.  6      Wesley. 
Time  and  Eternity.     Psalm  xxxix.  4,  5. 
1  T   O  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  iand, 
-*-^  'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand; 

Yet  how  insensible  .' 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place. 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell  ! 
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3  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
A- id  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late, 

By  free  and  sovereign  grace. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

AV      .   thou  in  clouds  shalt  come 
To  ;  ldge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; 
O  tell  me,  Lord — shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  hercr 
With  holy  joy,  and  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 
Assist,  O  Lord,  a  feeble  worm, 
Then  shall  1  all  thy  will  perform, 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 

HYMN  LVI.    L.  M.    Scott. 
On  the  loss  of  Friends. 

1  n^HE  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
-*-    The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 
When  righteous  persons  fall  around — 

When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  i  nxious,  murnrring  thought, 

Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Tb'  almighty,  ever-living  friend. 

5  Beneath  n  numerous  train  of  ills, 

Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail 3 
Yet  shall  ou,  toopc  in  tliee.  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail* 


4  Parent  and  husband,  guard  and  guide, 

Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one  : 
On  thee  we  cast  our  every  care, 
And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone. 

5  Oui  Father  God,  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  rock,  our  portion,  and  our  friend  j 

And  on  thy  covnaut-lovc  and  truth" 
Our  .sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

HYMN  LVII.     C.  M.     Miller. 
Church  Union.     Coll.  ii.  2. 

1  /"VCR  souls,  by  love,  together  knit, 
^J  Cemented,  mix'd  in  one, 

One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
"Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  burned,  while  Jesus  spake. 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire; 
He  stoop'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  and  blest, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

Chorus,     l.  m. 

"  A  Saviour  !"  let  creation  sing! 
(f  A  Saviour  !"  let  all  heaven  ring  ! 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  hirn  oursj 
His  fulness  on  our  souls  he  pours, 
JTis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er, 
We're  joining  those  whoVe  gone  before? 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  art  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  s1iowt; 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows.' 

Lord,  pour  a.  mighty  flood  ; 


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Oh  !  Sweep  the  nations*  shake  the  earth, 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

Cho.     "  A  Saviour  !»  &c. 

.5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 
And  set'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shifief 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own  5 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
We  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee,  face  to  face  ! 

HYMN  LVIII.     C.  M.    Newton. 
Spring. 

1  "OLEAK  winter  is  subdu'd  at  length, 
-*-*   And  forc'd  to  yield  the  day ; 
The  sun  has  wasted  all  his  strength, 

And  driven  him  away. 

2  And  now  long  wish'd  for  spring  is  come, 

How  altered  is  the  scene ! 
The  trees  and  shrubs  are  drest  in  bloom, 
The  earth  array'd  in  green. 

.3  Where'er  we  tread,  beneath  our  feet 
The  clust'ring  flowers  spring ; 
The  artful  birds,  in  concert  sweet, 
Invite  our  hearts  to  sing. 

4.  But  ah  !  in  vain  I  strive  to  join, 
Oppress'd  with  sin  and  doubt  5 
I  feel  'tis  winter  still  within, 
Though  all  is  spring  without, 

5  Oh  !  would  my  Saviour  from  on  high, 
Break  through  these  clouds  and  shine  J 
No  creature  then  more  blest  than  I, 
No  song  more  loud  than  mine. 


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HYMN  LIX.     P.  M.     Newton. 
Hannah:  or  the  Throne  of  Grace.     Sam.  i.  18, 

l   Y\7"IIJ\\  Hannah  press'd  with  grief, 
*  *      Pour'd  forth  her  soul  in  pray'r, 
She  quickly  found  relief, 
And  left  her  burden  there  : 
Likelier,  in  every  trying  case, 
Let  us  approach  the  throne  of  grace. 
?       When  she  began  to  pray, 

Her  heart  was  pain'd  and  sad, 
But  e'er  she  went  away, 
Was  comforted  and  glad  : 
In  trouble,  what  a  resting  place 
Have  they,  who  know  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Though  men  and  devils  rage, 

And  threaten  to  devour, 
The  saints  from  age  to  age, 
Are  safe  from  all  their  pow'r  ; 
Fresh  strength  they  gain  to  run  their  race. 
By  waiting  at  the  throne  of  grace. 

4  Numbers  before  have  tried, 

And  found  the  promise  true 5 
Nor  yet  one  been  denied, 

Then  why  should  [  or  you  ? 
Let  us  by  faith  their  footsteps  trace, 
And  hasten  to  the  throne  of  grace. 

HYMN  LX.    C.  M.    Newton. 

The  joy  of  the  Lord  is  your  strength. 

Nehemiah  ix.  10. 

I    TOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
*^    Jn  nature's  barren  soil ; 
All  we  can  boast  till  Christ  we  know 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 


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2  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 

A.  sense  of  pard'ning  love  ; 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

3  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  veil, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine, 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unspeakable  !  divine  .' 

4  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy 

And  sanctify  the  mind  ; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

5  No  more,  believers,  mourn  your  lot, 

But  if  you  are  the  Lord's, 
Resign  to  them  who  know  him  not, 
Such  joys  as  earth  affords. 

HYMN  LXI.    G.  M.     Newton. 
What  shall  I  render.     Psalm  cxvi.  1 2   I 
I«  TpOR  mercies,  countless  as  the  sands, 
-*-     Which  daily  I  receive 
From  Jesus,  my  Redeemer's  hands, 
My  soul,  what  can'st  thou  give  ? 

2  Alas  !  from  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

What  can  I  bring  him  forth  ? 
My  best  isstain'd  and  dyed  with  sin, 
My  all  is  nothing  worth. 

3  Yet  this  acknowledgment  I'll  make, 

For  all  he  has  bestow'd  ; 
Salvation's  sacred  cup  Til  take, 
And  call  upon  my  God. 

4  The  best  return  for  one  like  me, 

So  wretched  and  so  poor, 


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Is  from  his  eifts  to  draw  a  pica, 
And  ask  him  still  ibr  m  are. 

5  I  cannot  serve  him  a>  I  ought, 
No  works  have  1  10  b  > 
Yet  would  1  glory  in  the  thought 
That  I  shall  owe  him  most. 

HYMN  LXII.     CM.     Newton. 
The  name  of  Jesus.     Solomon's  Song  i.  ! 
1  TJ  0\V  sweet  the  name  Jesus  sounds, 
-*--■-   In  a  believer's  ear  ? 
It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds; 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

3  It  makes  tiie  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
"lis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 
J  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  buildi 
My  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 
My  never  failing  treas'ry  iill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  thee  my  pray'rs  acceptance  gain^ 

Although  with  sin  delil'd  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

5  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  5 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  ait, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


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7  'Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

HYMN  LXIII.     L.  M.     Cowper. 

The  Covenant.     Ezekiel  xxxvi.  25 — 28. 

1  HP  HE  Lord  proclaims  his  grace  abroad; 
-■-    Behold  I  change  your  hearts  of  stone  I 
Each  shall  renounce  his  idol-god, 

And  serve,  henceforth,  the  Lord  alone, 

2  My  grace  a  flowing  stream  proceeds, 

To  wash  your  filthiness  away; 
Ye  shall  abhor  your  former  deeds, 
And  learn  my  statutes  to  obey. 

3  My  truth  the  great  design  insures, 

I  give  myself  away  to  you  ; 
You  shall  be  mine,  I  will  be  yours, 
Your  God  unalterably  true. 

4  Yet  not  unsought  or  unimplor'd, 

The  plenteous  grace  shall  I  confer ; 
No — your  whole  hearts  shall  seek  the  Lord; 
I'll  put  a  praying  spirit  there. 

5  From  the  first  breath  of  life  divine, 

Down  to  the  last  expiring  hour  ; 

The  gracious  work  shall  all  be  mine, 

Begun  and  ended  in  my  pow'r. 

HYMN  LXIV.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

Praise  for  the  fountain  opened.    Zach.  xiii.  J 

2  HHHERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
-*-    Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins  : 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  tfyat  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 


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2  The  dying  thief  rejoie'd  to  sec 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  have  \.  as  vile  as  lie, 

Wash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  Dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save ; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamnrring  tongue. 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

HYMN  LXV.     C.  M.     Newton. 

The  Leper.     Matt.  viii.  2,  3, 

i  f|FT  as  the  leper's  case  1  read, 
^-^  My  own  described  I  feel ; 
Nu  is  a  leprosy  indeed, 

Which  none  but  Christ  can  heal. 

2  A  while  I  would  have  pass'd  for  well, 

And  strove  my  spots  to  hide ; 
Till  it  broke  out  incurable, 
Too  plain  to  be  denied. 

3  Then  from  the  saints  I  sought  to  flee; 

And  dreaded  to  be  seen ; 
I  thought  they  all  would  point  at  me 
And  cry,  "  Unclean,  unclean  !" 

4  What  anguish  did  my  soul  endure, 

Till  hope  and  patience  ccas'd  ? 

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The  more  I  strove  myself  lo  cure, 
The  ii:ore  tiic  plague  increased. 

5  While  thus  I  lay  distress'd,  I  saw 

The  Saviom   passing  by  ; 
To  him  though  liiPd  with  shame  and  awe, 
I  raisM  my  mournful  cry. 

6  Lord,  thou  canst  heal  me  if  thou  wilt, 

For  thou  eanst  all  tilings  do  : 
O  cleanse  my  leprous  sou;  from  guilt, 
My  filthy  heart  renew  ! 

7  lie  heard,  and  with  a  gracious  look, 

Pronounc'd  the  healing  word  ; 
"  I  will,  be  clean,'7  and  while  he  spoke, 
I  felt  my  health  restor'd. 

8  Come  lepers  seize  the  present  hour, 

The  Saviour's  grace  to  prove  ; 
He  can  relieve,  for  he  is  pow'r, 
He  will,  for  he  is  love. 

HYMN  LXVI.     7s.     Newtown. 

The  two  malefactors.     Luke  xxiii.  39 — 4 

J  SOVEREIGN  grace  has  power  alone 
^  To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone  ; 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt* 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died  ; 
One  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoff  ?d  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  bread?,, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
Perish'd  as  too  many  do, 

With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 


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But  the  oilier,  touchM  with  ..'race, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case  ; 
Faith  receiv'd  to  own,  the  Lord, 

Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorr'd, 

"  Lord,   he  pray'd    remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shah  be;" 
"  Soon  with  me,  (the  Lord  replies) 
Thou  shalt  test  in  paradise." 
This  was  wond'rous  grace  indeed, 
Grace  vouchsafed  in  tinie  of  need  ! 
Sinners  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  shail  find  him  still  the  same. 
But  beware  of  unbelief, 
Think  upon  the  hafden'd  thief; 
If  the  gospel  you  disdain. 
Christ,  to  you,  has  died  in  vain. 

HYMN  LXVII.     L.  M.    NEwrttfc 
That  ruck  was  Christ.     I  Cor.  >:.  4. 
"1VTHEX  Israel's  tribes  were  parch'd  with 

'*  thirst, 

Forth  from  the  rock  the  waters  burst ! 
And  all  their  future  journey  thro' 
Yielded  them  drink,  and  gospel  too  ! 
In  .Moses'  rod  a  type  they  saw, 
Of  his  severe  and  fiery  law  : 
The  smitten  rock  prefigured  him  ; 
From  whose  piere'd  side  all  blessings  stream, 
But  ah  !  the  types  were  all  too  faint, 
His  sorrows  or  his  worth  to  paint ; 
Slight  was  the  stroke  of  Moses'  rod, 
But  he  endur'd  the  wrath  of  God. 
Their  outward  rock  could  feel  no  pain, 
But  ours  was  wounded,  torn,  and  slain  5 
The  rock  gave  but  a  wat'ry  flood, 
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5  The  earth  is  like  their  wilderness, 
A  land  of  drought  and  sore  distress ; 
Without  one  stream  from  pole  to  pore, 
To  satisfy  a  thirsty  soul. 

6  But  let  the  Saviour's  praise  resound, 
In  him  refreshing  streams  are  found, 
Which  pardon,  strength,  and  comfort  give, 
And  thirsty  sinners  drink  and  live. 

HYMN  LXVIII.    L.  M.    Newton. 
God  speaking  from  Mount  Zion. 
I  fT,HE  God  who  once  to  Israel  spoke 
-1-    From  Sinai's  top,  in  fire  and  smoke, 
In  gentler  strains  of  gospel  grace, 
Invites  us  now  to  seek  his  face. 

2  He  wears  no  terrors  on  his  brow. 
He  speaks  in  love  from  Zion  now  j 
It  is  the  voice  of  Jesus'  blood 
Calling  poor  wand'rers  home  to  God. 

3  The  holy  Moses  qnak'd  and  fear'd 
When  Sinai's  thund'rrag  law  he  heard  ; 
But  reigning  grace,  with  accents  mild, 
Speaks  to  the  sinner  as  a  child. 

A  Hark  !  how  from  Calvary  it  sounds — 
From  the  Redeemer's  bleeding  wounds  ;• 
"  Pardon  and  grace  I  freely  give, 
Poor  sinner  look  to  me  and  live." 

HYMN  LXIX.     C.  M.     Cowfer. 

Jesus  hastening  to  suffer. 
HE  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame 
Was  kindled  in  his  breast, 


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When  hasting  to  Jerusalem 
He  march'd  before  the  rest ! 

Good-will  to  men,  and  zeal  for  Go.tr} 
Ihs  ev'ry  thought  engross  ; 


He  longs  to  be  baptiz'd  with  blood, 

He  pants  to  reach  his  cross. 

3  With  all  his  sufPrings  full  in  view, 

And  woes  t<>  us  unknown, 

Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit  llew ; 
'Twas  love  that  urg'd  him  on. 

4  Lord,  we  return  thee  what  we  can  ! 

Our  hearts  shall  sound  abroad, 
Salvation  to  the  dying  man, 
And  to  the  rising  God. 

5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here? 

Engage  our  wond'ring  eves; 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 
And  hasten  to  the  skies. 

i  HXMN  LXX.     8,  7.     Newton. 

Prayer  for  a  Revival. 

1  ^AVIOUK,  visit  thy  plantation, 
^  Grant  us.  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 
AH  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again  ; 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance — 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ; 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

Evrry  plant  should  droop  and  die> 

2  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourished, 

Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green  : 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourisird, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 

Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  $ 

Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain  i 

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Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs ; 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares : 
Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 
HYMN    LXXI.     L.  M.     Cowper. 
Jehovah- Jesus. 
"jV/l'Y  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all, 
■*■▼-*■  My  praise  shall  climb  to  his  abode; 
Thee,  Saviour,  by  that  name  I  call, 

The  great  Supreme,  the  mighty  God. 
Without  beginning  or  decline, 

Object  of  faith,  and  not  of  sense  ; 
Eternal  ages  saw  him  shine, 

He  shines,  eternal  ages  hence. 

As  much  when  in  the  manger  laid, 

Almighty  ruler  of  the  sky  5 
As  when  the  six  days'  work  he  made, 

Fill'd  all  the  morning  stars  with  joy. 

Of  all  the  crowns  Jevohah  bears, 
Salvation  is  his  dearest  claim  ; 

That  gracious  sound  well  pleased  he  hears*, 
And  owns  Emmanuel  for  his  name. 

A  cheerful  confidence  I  feel, 

My  well  plac'd  hopes  with  joy  T  see  5 
My  bosom  glows  with  heavenly  zeal 

To  worship  him  who  died  for  me. 

As  man,  he  pities  my  complaint, 
His  pow'r  and  truth  are  all  divine, 

He  will  not  fail,  he  cannot  faint, 
Salvation's,  sure,  and  must  be  mine. 


HYMN  LXXir.     L.  M.     X::vto:s 

A  welcome  to  christian  friend*. 

1  TT  INDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
-*^-  A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give  ! 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  giv'n. 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name  ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heav'n, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

3  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love  . 

4  Forgotten  be  each  wordly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

Who  liv'd  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

5  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below  ; 

The  path  lie  mark'd  for  us  to  tread. 

And  what  he's  doing  for  us  nov,. 

6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
And  .hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

HYMN  LXXIII.     L.  M.    NjBwtqn. 

The  day  of  the  Lord. 

1  f^l-QD  with  one  piercing  glance  looks  thiV 
^    Creation's  wide  extended  frame  j 
The  past  and  future  in  his  view, 
And  days  and  ages  are  the  ^ame. 


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2  Sinners  who  dare  provoke  his  face, 

Who  on  his  patience  long  presume. 
And  trifle  out  his  day  of  grace, 
Will  find  he  has  a  day  of  doom. 

3  Hark !  from  the  sky,  the  trump  proclaims 

Jesus  the  Judge  approaching  nigh  .' 
See,  the  creation  wrapt  in  flames, 
First  kindled  by  his  vengeful  eye  ! 

4  When  thus  the  mountains  melt  like  wax- 

When  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  shall  burn ; 
When  all  the  frame  of  nature  breaks, 
Poor  sinner  whither  wilt  thou  turn  ? 

5  Lord,  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above  I 

Since  all  below  to  ruin  tends : 
Here  may  we  trust,  obey,  and  love, 

And  there  be  found  amongst  thy  friend?. 
HYMN  LXXIV.     L.  M.     Newton. 
Lightning  in  the  Night. 

1  4    GLANCE  from  heav'n  with  sweet  effecf, 
-^-  Sometimes  my  pensive  spirit  cheers  \ 
But  ere  I  can  my  thoughts  collect, 

As  suddenly  it  disappears. 

2  So  lightning  in  the  gloom  of  night, 

Affords  a  momentary  day  ; 
Disclosing  objects  full  in  sight, 

Which  soon  as  seen,  are  snatch'd  away 

3  The  lightning's  flash  did  not  create 

The  op'ning  prospect  it  reveaPd  ? 
But  only  shew'd  the  real  state 

Of  what  the  darkness  had  conceal'^. 

4  Just  so,  we  by  a  glimpse  discern 

The  glorious  things  within  the  veil: 
That  when  in  darkness  we  may  learn 
To  live  by  fajtl^  till  light  pfevart 


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5  The  Lord's  great  day  will  soon  advance) 
Dispersing  all  the  shades  of  night; 
Then  we  no  more  shall  need  a  glance, 
But  see  by  an  eternal  liglit. 

HYMN  LXXV.     L.  M.     Newton. 

Sheep. 

|    TE II OVA II  is  our  shepherd's  name, 
"    Then  what  have  we,  tho'  weak  to  fear  ? 
Our  sin  and  folly  we  proclaim, 
If  we  despond  while  lie  is  near. 

3  When  Satan  threatens  to  devour  ; 

When  troubles  press  on  every  side  ; 
Think  of  our  Shepherd's  care  and  pow'r, 
He  can  defend,  he  wilt  provide. 

S  See  the  rich  pastures  of  his  grace, 

Where,  in  full  streams,  salvation  flows  f 
There  he  appoints  onr  resting  place, 
And  we  may  feed  secure  from  foes. 

4  There,  'midst  the  flock,  the  Shepherd  dwells^ 

The  sheep  around  in  safety  lie  ; 
The  wolf,  in  vain,  with  malice  swells, 
For  he  protects  them  with  his  eye. 

5  Dear  Lord,  if  I  am  one  of  thine, 

From  anxious  thoughts  I  would  be  free; 
To  trust,  and  love,  and  praise,  is  mine, 
The  care  of  all,  belongs  to  thee. 

HXjMN   LXXVI.     C.  M.     Newton. 

The  Effort. 

J     A  PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 
^*-  Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 


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Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 

And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

Bow,d  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest  j 
By  Avars  without,  and  fears  within, 

I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 

And  tell  him,  '•'  Thou  hast  died." 

Oh  woncFrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame ; 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 

Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

"  Poor  tempest-tossed  soul,  be  still, 

My  promisM  grace  receive  :" 
?Tis  Jesus  speaks— -I  must,  I  will, 

I  can,  I  do  believe. 

HYMN   LXXVII.     L.  M.     Cowper.. 
Afflictions  sanctified  by  the  icord. 

OHOW  I  love  thy  holy  word, 
Thy  gracious  covenant,  O  Lord  ! 
It  guides  me  in  the  peaceful  way, 
I  think  upon  it  all  the  day. 
What  are  the  mines  of  shining  wealth, 
The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health^ 
What  are  all  joys  compar'd  with  those 
Thine  everlasting  word  bestows  ! 
Long  unafflicted,  undismay'd, 
In  pleasure's  path  secure  I  stray  W  ; 
Thou  mad'st  me  feel  thy  chast'ning  ixf4 
And  strait  1  turn  unto  my  God. 


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<i  What  tho'  it  pierc'd  my  fainting  heart, 
1  bless  thine  hand  that  caus'd  the  smart ; 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 
But  saved  me  from  eternal  wo. 

5  Oh  !  had'st  thou  left  me  imchastis'd,. 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  ilos^ised  ; 
And  still  the  snare  in  secret  laid, 
Had  my  unwary  feet  befray'd. 

6  I  love  thee,  therefore,  O  my  God, 
And  breathe  towards  thy  dear  abode; 
Where  in  thy  presence  fully  blest, 
Thy  chosen  saints  for  ever  rest. 

HYMN  LXXVIIL     L.  M.     Cowpe*. 

Looking  iqnvards  in  a  storm. 

GOD  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call, 
Afflicted  at  thy  feet  I  fail ; 
When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail ! 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless,  and  the  faint ; 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint 
Where  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor  ? 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fi\\\  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

\  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Did'st  thou  not  hear  and  answer  pray'rj 
Eut  a  pray'r-hearinj,  answering  God. 

Supports  me  under  ev'ry  load. 

S  Fair  is  the  lot  that's  cast  for  me, 
I  have  an  advocate  with  thee} 


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2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  pray'r  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem,  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made, 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode ; 
Oh  with  what  peace,  and  joy  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  There  like  the  nightingale  she  pours 

rier  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

3  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 
Sweet  source  of  love  divine  ; 
And  (all  harmonious  names  in  one) 
My  Saviour  thou  art  mine  ! 

<>  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love, 
A  boundless,  endless,  store ; 
Shall  echo  thro'  the  realms  above 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

HYMN  LXXXII.    C.  M.    Cowfer. 

Praise  for  Faith. 

I  /^|F  all  the  gifts  thine  hand  bestows, 
^^   Thou  giver  of  all  good  ! 
Not  heav'n  itself  a  richer  knows, 
Thau  my  Redeemer's  blood. 

3  Faith  too,  the  blood  receiving  grace, 
From  the  same  hand  we  gain; 
Else  sweetly,  as  it  suits  our  case, 
That  gift  had  been  in  vain. 

3   Till  thou  thy  teaching  powT  apply. 
Our  hearts  refuse  to  see, 
And  weak,  as  a  distempered  e)re^ 
Shut  out  the  view  of  thee. 


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4  Blind  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 

What  mis'ry  we  endure  ! 
Yet  fly  that  hand,  from  which  alone, 
We  could  expect  a  cure. 

5  We  praise  thee,  and  would  praise  thee  more.. 

To  thee  our  all  we  owe; 
The  precious  Saviour,  and  the  pow'r, 
That  makes  him  precious  too. 

HYMN  LXXXIII.     L.M.     Steele. 
The  intercession  of  Christ.     Heb.  vii.  25. 

1  TTE  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 
-*--*-  (What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  !) 
And  now  before  his  father,  God, 
Presents  the  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  arm'd  with  frowns  appears  $ 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweel  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

S  Hence  then,  ye  black  despairing  thought?; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults 
His  pow'rful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  removes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  satan  join  their  power  j 
Let  this. dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bear  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend, 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads  and  must  prevail. 

HYMN  LXXXIV.    P.  M.    Riffon's  Sei 
Yet  there  is  room.     Luke  xiv.  22. 
1  XT' "E  dying  sons  of  men, 
-*-    Irmnerg'd  in  sin  and  woe* 


&5 

The  g ospel's  voice  attend, 

While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame : 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  i 
All  things  are  ready,  sinner,  come, 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

Believe  the  heavenly  word 

His  messengers  proclaim ; 
He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 

And  faithful  is  his  name : 
Backsliding  souls,  return  and  come, 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room. 

Compell'd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand'rmg  sheep  draw  near, 
Christ  calls  you  from  above, 
*  His  charming  accents  hear ! 
Let  whosoever  will,  now  come, 
In  mercy's  breast  there  still  is  room. 

HYMN    LXXXV.     L.  M.     Steele. 
The  dying  Saviour. 

STRETCH'D  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies; 
Hark  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide  ! 

Eut  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  j 
The  vital  stream  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel-foes 1 

To  suffer  iu  the  traitor's  place, 
To  die  for  man,  surprising  £race  I 


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Yet  pass  rebellious  angels  by — 

O  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why  ? 

4  And  didst  tbou  bleed,  for  sinners  bleed  ? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed? 
No,  he  withdrew  his  sick'ning  ray, 
And  darkness  veiPd  the  mourning  day. 

5  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow  5 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

6  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart; 

*  Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 

HYMN  LXXXVI.     L.  M.     Steele, 
The  exalted  Saviour. 

1  TVTOW  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains, 
-*-^  And  join  the  blissful  choir  above  j 
There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  there  they  sing  his  wondrous  lov& 

2  While  seraphs  tune  th'  immortal  song, 

O  may  we  feel  the  sacred  flame  5 
And  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 
Adore  the  Saviour's  glorious  name  i 

3  Jesus,  who  once  upon  the  tree 

In  agonizing  pains  expir'd*, 
Who  died  for  rebels— yes,  'tis  he  ! 

How  bright !  how  lovely  !  how  admir'd 

4  Jesus,  who  died  that  we  might  live, 

Died  in  the  wretched  traitor's  place  | 
O  what  returns  can  mortals  give, 
For  such  immeasurable  grace  ? 

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67  SS 

5  Were  universal  nature  ours, 

lad  art  with  all  her  boasted  store;- 
ISature  and  art  with  all  their  powers, 
Would  still  confess  the  offering  poor? 

5  Yet  though  for  bounty  so  divine, 
We  ne'er  can  equal  honors  raise, 
Jesus,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine, 

And  all  our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise ! 

HYMN  LXXX VII.    L.  M.    Watts. 

The  operations  of  tlte  Holy  Spirit. 

1  T^TERNAL  Spirit!  we  confess 

-*-'  And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enh'ghten'd  by  thine  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  darker,  ana  our  refuge  too. 

3  Tbv  pow5i  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin  'T 
Do  bur  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  fch-m  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice— 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  $ 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

Aid  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 
HYMN  LXXXVITI.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 
The  strug- ie  between  faith  and  unbelief, 
Markjx.  24. 

1    TESUS,  our  soul's  delightful  choice. 
*^    In  thee,  believing,  wo  rejoice: 
Yci  still  our  joy  is  mix'd  with  griefj 
WhiJQ  faith  Qoutente  with  unjw 


I  1  hy  promises  our  heai 
And  keep  our  fainting  hopes  air 
But  guilt  and  fears  and  sorrows  i 

And  hide  the  promise  from  our  ey< 

I  O  let  not  sin  and  Satan  boast, 
While  saints  lie  mourning  in  the  dust ; 

faith  to  ruin  brought, 
Which  thy  own  gracious  hand  hath  wrought. 

4  Do  thou  the  dying  spark  inflame  ; 
Reveal  the  glories  of  thy  name : 
And   put  all  anxious  doubts  to  flight, 
As  shades  dispersed  by  opening  light. 

HYMN  LXWIX.    CM.     Watt's  Sermon?. 

Holy  Fortitude.     1  Cor.  xvi.  13. 

1  4  M  I  soldier  of  the  cross, 
-^a-  A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  T  fear  to  own  his  cause. 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ; 
Though  others  fought  to  win  the  prize,,, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? . 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace.. 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign — 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  .' 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

.<■  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war. 
Shall  conquer  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
seise  it  with  their  eye. 


6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  XC.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Mope  encouraged  hj  a  view  of  the  divine  per- 
fections.    1  Sam.  xxx.  6. 

1  \17HY  sinks  my  weak  desponding  mind  ? 

*  *    Why  heaves  my  heart  the  anxious  sigh  ? 
Can  sovereign  goodness  he  unkind  ? 
Am  I  not  safe  if  God  is  nigh  ? 

2  He  holds  all  nature  in  his  hand  : 

That  gracious  hand  on  which  we  live, 
Does  life,  and  time,  and  death  command, 
And  has  immortal  joys  to  give. 

I  ?Tis  he  supports  this  dying  frame, 
On  him  alone  my  hopes  recline; 
The  wond'rous  glories  of  his  name,    [shine  I 
How  wide  they  spread  I  how  bright  they 

.  Infinite  wisdom  !  boundless  power 
Unchanging  faithfulness  and  love  ! 
Here  let  me  trust,  while  I  adore, 
Nor  from  my  refuge  e'er  remove. 

My  God,  if  thou  art  mine  indeed, 
Then  I  have  all  my  heart  can  crave; 

A  present  help  in  time  of  need, 

Still  kind  to  hear  and  strong  to  save. 

Forgive  my  doubts.  O  gracious  Lord, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  my  breast  j 

Speak  to  my  heart  the  healing  word, 
That  thou  art  xnwie— and  I  am  blest- 


91  W  03 
HYMN  X(  I.     L.  M.    DoddmdOT* 

Wh€   heart  purified  to   unfeigned   love,  of  the 
Brethern  by  the  Spirit.     1  Pet.  i.  22. 

GRE  \T  Spirit  of  immoTtal  love, 
Vouchsafe  our  frozen  hearts  to  move; 
With  ardour  strong  these  breasts  inflame 
To  all  that  own  the  Saviours  name. 
I  Still  let  the  heav'nly  fire  endure 
Fervent  and  vigorous,  true  and  pure ; 
Let  evYv  heart  and  ev'ry  hand 
Join  in  the  dear  fraternal  band. 
3  Celestial  Dove,  descend  and  bring 
The  smiling  blessings  on  thy  wing  ; 
And  make  us  taste  those  sweets  below 
Which  in  the  blissful  mansions  grow. 
HYMN    XCIL     C  M.    Beddome. 
h     /  Zeal  and  Diligence. 
|   M7HILE  carnal  men,  with  all  their  migH> 
*  *     Earth's  vanities  pursue, 
IIow  slow  th'  advances  which  I  make, 
With  heaven  itself  in  view  ! 

3  Inspire  my  soul  with  holy  zeal; 
Gre.it  God,  my  love  inflame; 
Religion,  without  zeal  and  love, 
Is  but  an  empty  name. 
3  To  gain  the  top  of  Zion's  hill, 
May  I  with  fervor  strive; 
And  all  these  powers  employ  for  thee 
Which  I  from  thee  derive  ! 
HYMN  XCI1I.    L.  M.     S.  Stennett. 
Present-*  of  Christ  with  his  worshippers. 
Matt,  xviii.  20. 
1  TTTHERr  two  or  threej  with  sweet  accord 
*  *     Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 


91  95 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  irir  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise  ; 

2  u  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "  will  I  be, 
"  Amid  this  little  company  : 
tc  To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
"  And  shed  my  glories  round  the  placed 

5  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  : 
O  send  thy  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

HYMN  XCIV.     C.  M.    Watts. 

The  witnessing  and  sealing  spirit. 
2   \Ti7HY  should  the  children  of  a  king 
™    Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  !  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ! 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art.  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  soft  wings  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

IIXMN  XCV.     L.  M. 

Restoring  and  preserving  Grace. 

t  T17"  ITH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 

**     I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song; 

Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  T  raise, 

\pprove  the  song  and  join  the  praise. 


2  To  Cod  I  cry'd,  when  troubles  rose  ; 
He  beard  me,  and  subdu'd  ray  foe*  : 
Mv  rising  feats  he  did  control, 

And  strength  dUTus'd  through  all  my  soul  I 

3  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand. 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  his  hand ; 

His  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins. 
To  save  from  sorrow  and  from  sinsj 
The  work  that  mercy  undertakes, 

Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

HYMN  XCM.     L.  M.     Watts. 
God  the  glory  and  defence  of  Zion. 
i   TTAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
*-*-  The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  j 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode — 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits , 
Nor  shall  tiiy  deep  foundations  move, 
FixM  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage, 
Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  ragej 
Like  rising  waves  with  angry  roar, 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

4  Then  let  us  still  in  Zion  dwell, 

Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  earth  and  hell  $ 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

'  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun, 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace>, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 


97  98 
HYMN  XCVII.    L.  M.    Watt* 

Farting  with  carnal  joys. 
i  T  send  the  joys  of  earth  away — 
-*   Away,  ye  tempters  ©f  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

3  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 
And  whilst  I  listened  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  thereo 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss  ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas? 
And  bid  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

I  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 
I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes  j 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  I 

>  There  from  the  bosom  of  my  God 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 
There  would  f  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

HYMN  XCVIII.     L.  M.     Rippon's  Sel. 

QJINNER,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown! 
^  Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  j 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ? 

i  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 

Urg'd  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams, 
Madly  attempt  th7  infernal  gate, 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains, 
Behold  Uie  Qod  of  love  unfold 


99  100 

The  glories  of  his  dying  painsj 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold. 

HYMN  XCI.K.     L.  ME.     Watt,. 

Christ's  presence  makes  death  easy. 

1  "\^"HV  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ! 

'"      What  tiiu'rous  worms  we  mortals  arc. 
Death  is  the  gale  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away 3 
Siill  we  shrink  hack  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  liastCj 
Fly  fearless  thro'  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
Aud  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

HYMN  C.     7s.     Hotham  tune.     Rip.  Sei 
Tempted — but  flying  to  Christ  the  refuge, 

1  TESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
*^    Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high, 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past : 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  tb**  > 


±01 

Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  aloney 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  staid, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  j 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

.3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want- 
All  in  all  in  thee  I  rind  : 

liaise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  ? 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 
I  am  all  unrighteousness, 

Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

HXMN  CI.     8,  7,  4.     Rir.  Sel. 

OHie  Grave ;  or,  Christ  a  guide  through  death 
to  glory. 

I  |TJ.UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
^-*    Pilgrim  through  this  barren  landj 
1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 
Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

!}  Open  thou  the  chrystal  fountain, 
WUenee  the  h«aUng  waters  flow , 


102 

Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  i  iic  all  coy  journey  through; 
Strong  deliverer, 

Be  thou  still  my  strength  ami  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
B  I  ray  anxious  tears  suhside  ; 
Dent-   of  death's,  and  hell's  destruction, 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 
3on^s  of  praises, 
1  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

HYMN  C1I      Balt.  Collec. 

Christmas  Hymn. 

I  T^ROM  the  regions  of  love, 
*-     Lo  !  an  angel  descended, 
And  told  the  strange  news 

How  the  babe  was  attended  $ 
Go,  shepherds,  and  visit 

This  wonderful  stranger. 
With  wonder  and  joy 

See  your  God  in  a  mangen 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  obtain'd  our  redemptiOE 

We'll  praise  him  evermore 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

%  Glad  tidings  I  bring 

To  you  and  each  nation ; 
Glad  tidings  of  joy, 

Now  behold  your  salvation : 
When  sudden  a  multitude 
Raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer 
While  beaven  rejoices. 
Hallelujah ?  &c. 


103 

Now  glory  to  God 

In  the  highest  is  given, 
Now  glory  to  God 

Is  r< -echoM  through' heaven , 
Around  the  whole  earth 

Let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sjjpg  of  his  love, 

His  salvation  and  glory, 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

Enraptur'd  I  burn 

With  delight  and  desire, 
A  love  so  divine 

Sets  my  soul  all  on  fire ; 
Around  the  bright  throne 

Now  'hosaunas  are  ringing, 
O,  when  shall  I  join  them, 

And  be  ever  singing  I 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

Triumphantly  ride 

In  thy  chariot  victorious, 
And  conquer  with  love 

O,  Jesus,  all  glorious  I 
Thy  banner  unfurl, 

Bid  the  nations  surrender, 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour, 

Their  king  and  defender. 
Hallelujah,   &c. 

HYMN  CHI.     L.  M.     Watt's  Sermons. 

The  Gospel  is  the  power  of  God  to  salvation. 
Rom.  i.  16. 

.  r  shall  the  dying  sinner  do, 
i  hat  seeks  relief  for  all  his  wo  ? 
re  shall  the  guilty  conscience  find 
Ease  for  the  torment  of  the  mind  ? 


104 

.   i  iow  shall  we  get  our  crimes  foigiv'n, 
Or  form  our  spirits  fit  for  hea\'n  ? 
Can  souls,  all  o'er  denTd  with  sin, 
INlake  their  own  powers  and  passions  clean ? 

3  In  vain  we  search,  in  vain  we  try, 
Till  Jesus  brings  his  gospel  nigh; 
^Tis  there  that  power  and  glory  dwelt 
That  save  rebellious  souls  frona  helK 

4  This  is  the  pillar  of  our  hope 
That  bears  our  fainting  spirits  up  ; 
We  read  the  grace,  we  trust  the  word, 
And  find  salvation  in  the  Lord, 

5  Let  men  or  angels  dig  the  mines 
Where  nature's  golden  treasure  shines  j 
Brought  near  the  doctrine  of  the  cross, 
All  nature's  gold  appears  but  dross. 

6  Should  vile  blasphemers,  with  disdain, 
Pronounce  the  truths  of  Jesus  vain, 
We'll  meet  the  scandal  and  the  shame^ 
And  sing  and  triumph  in  his  name. 

HYMN   CIV.     L.  M.     Cowfer. 
Vanity  of  the  World. 
1  #30D  gives  his  mercies  to  be  spent — 
^*    Your  hoard  will  do  your  soul  no  good  . 
Gold  is  a  blessing  only  lent, 
Repaid  by  giving  others  food. 
S  The  world's  esteem  is  but  a  bribe, 

To  buy  their  peace  you  sell  your  own  ; 
The  slave  of  a  vain-glorious  tribe, 

Who  hate  you  while  they  make  you  known < 
5  The  joy  that  vain  amusements  give, 
Oh  !  sad  conclusion  that  it  brings  I 
The  honey  of  a  crouded  hive, 
Defended  by  a  thousand  stings. 
G  2 


105 

'Tis  thus  the  world  rewards  the  fools 
That  live  upon  her  treach/rous  smiles; 

She  leads  tfiem,  blindfold,  by  her  rules, 
And  ruins  all  whom  she  beguiles. 

God  knows  the  thousands  who  go  down 
From  pleasure,  into  endless  wo ; 

And  with  a  long  despairing  groan, 
Blaspheme  their  Maker  as  they  go. 

0  fearful  thought!  be  timely  wise — 
Delight  but  in  a  Saviour's  charms  ; 

And  God  shall  take  you  to  the  skies, 
Embrac'd  in  everlasting  arms. 

HYMN  CV.     C.  M.     Cowper, 

Jehovah  our  righteousness.     Jer.  xxih.  c 

MY  God,  how  perfect  are  thy  ways ! 
But  mrhe  polluted  are; 
Sin  twines  itself  about  my  praise, 
And  slides  into  my  prayer. 

If  I  would  speak  what  thou  hast  done 
To  save  me  from  my  sin, 

1  cannot  make  thy  mercies  known. 

But  self-applause  creeps  in. 

Divine  desire,  that  holy  flame 

Thy  gnce  creates  in  me ; 
Alas  !  impatience  is  its  name. 

When  it  returns  to  thee. 

This  heart,  a  fountain. of  vile  thoughts, 

How  does  it  overflow; 
While  self  upon  the  surface  floats, 

Still  bubbling  from  below. 

Let  other*  ii   'he  gaudy  dress 

fancied  m<        .':  ine  ; 
The  Lord  shall  be  my  righteousness, 
The  Lord  for  ever  mine. 


J  07 

.  n  CVI.    8.  r.    NeVrdir. 

>wo?j,  or  the  City  of  God, 

DLi:ST  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

-*-*  Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  ! 

Jesus  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God 
'Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings; 
And  as  priests.  hi>  solemn  praises 

Each  for  a  thank-oii'iing  brings. 

Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  through  grace  a  member  am  > 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

J  will  glory  in  thy  name  : 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show  ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasures, 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

HYMN  CVII.     8s.     Newton. 

'For  the  A\w  Fear — Time  how  swift, 

"\\rillLE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sua 

'  *     Masted  through  the  former  year. 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  stale, 

They  have  done  with  all  below; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little— none  can  know. 

As  the  winged  arrow  Bjes, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  : 
As  ihe  lightening  from  the  skies, 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  j 
Swiftly  thus  our  freeting  nays 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  : 


108 

Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

£  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew, 
Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

HYMN  CVIII.     C.  M.     Newton. 

New-Year — Prayer  for  a  blessing. 

1  "iVTOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
-^    And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone  ! 

0  Help  us  to  venture  near  thy  throne, 
And  plead  a  Saviour's  name  ; 
For  all  that  we  can  call  our  own, 
Is  vanity  and  shame. 

3  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin 

May  mercy  set  us  free ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

4  Send  down  thy  spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more  j 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love? 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

5  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
>!ay  growing  numbers  worship  here. 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 


100  110 

HYMN  CIX.    CM.    Cowra£ 

The  light  and  glory  of  the  worth*. 

1  HPIIE  spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 
-■-    And  brings  the  truth  (o  sight: 
Precepts  and  promise*  afford 

A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  evi  i  v  age, 

It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heal; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thankr.be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heav'niy  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  Hove; 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
Jn  brighter  worlds  above. 

HYMN  CX.     L.  M.    Newtox. 
Jit  farting, 

1  A  S  the  sun's  enlivening  eye 

^*-  Shines  on  ev'ry  place  the  same  ; 
So  the  Lord  is  always  nigh 
To  the  souls  that  Jove  his  name. 

2  For  a  season  call'J  to  part, 

Let  us  then  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever  present  Friend. 


Ill 

3  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  pray'r, 
Tender  shepherd  of  thy  sheep  ! 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 
t  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong. 
Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain  j 
Give  us,  if  we  live,  ere  long, 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 

HYMN  CXI.     L.  M.     Cowpes. 

The  Christian, 

1  "LTONOR  and  happiness  unite 
•*--*■  To  make  the  Christian's  name  a  praise  ? 
How  fair  the  scene,  how  clear  the  light, 

That  Alls  the  remnant  of  his  days ! 

2  A  kingly  character  he  bears, 

No  change  his  priestly  office  knows. 
Unfading  is  the  crown  he  wears, 
His  joys  can  never  reach  a  close. 

3  AdornM  with  glory  from  on  high, 

Salvation  shines  upon  his  face  t 
His  robe  is  of  th'  etherial  dye, 
His  steps  are  dignity  and  grace. 

4  Inferior  honors  he  disdains, 

Nor  stoops  to  take  applause  from  earth  j 
The  king  of  kings  himself  maintains 
Th'  expenses  of  his  heavenly  birth. 

5  The  noblest  creatures  seen  below, 

Ordain'd  to  fill  a  throne  above  ; 
God  gives  him  all  he  can  bestow, 
His  kingdom  of  eternal  love  ! 

3  My  soul  is  ravish'd  at  the  thought! 
Methinks  from  earth  I  see  him  rise ; 
Angels  congratulate  his  lot, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ^ 


I 


112  113 

HYMN  CXHi     CM.     Cowpeu 
Lively  hope  ami  gracious  feat: 
WAS  agrov'ling  creature  once, 


And  basely  cleavM  to  earth  ; 
I  wanted  spirit  to  renounce 
The  cloci  that  gave  me  birth. 

2  But  God  has  breath'd  upon  a  wonc, 

And  sent  me,  from  above, 
Wings  such  as  clothe  an  angel's  form. 
The  wings  of  joy  and  love. 

3  With  these  to  Pisgah's  top  I  fly, 

And  there  delighted  stand  : 
To  view  beneath  a  shining  sky, 
The  spacious  promis'd  land. 

4  The  Lord  of  all  the  vast  domain, 

Has  promis'd  it  to  me  : 
The  length  and  breadth  of  all  the  plain., 
As  far  as  faith  can  see. 

5  How  glorious  is  my  privilege  ! 

To  thee  for  help  I  call ; 
I  stand  upon  a  mountain's  edge, 
O  save  me,  lest  I  fall ! 

6  Though  much  exalted  in  the  Loru^ 

My  strength  is  not  my  own  : 
Then  let  me  tremble  at  his  word, 
And  none  shall  cast  me  down. 

HYMN  CXIII.     C  M.     Newton, 

Old  things  are  passed  away. 

i  1 "   ET  wordly  minds  the  world  pursue* 
-"  It  has  no  charms  for  mej 
Once  I  admir'd  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 


lit. 

0  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford  : 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  op'ning  day 

The  stars  are  all  eooeeal'd  ; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  hid  thein  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  iixM  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  he  thine  alone, 

And  holy  live  to  thee ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  ? 

5  Yes  !  tho?  of  sinners  I'm  the  worst, 
I  cannot  doubt  thy  will ; 
For  if  thou  hadst  not  lovM  me  first 
I  had  refus'd  thee  still. 

IIYxMN    CXIV.     L.  M.     Cowper. 

Hatred  of  sin. 

1  XXOLY  Lord  Go3  !  I  love  thy  truth, 

-*--*-  Nor  dare  thy  least  commandment  slight  { 
Yet  piere'd  by  sin,  the  serpent's  tooth, 
I  mourn  the  anguish  of  the  bite. 

2  But  though  the  poison  lurks  within, 

Hope  bids  me  still  with  patience  wait ; 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free  from  sin, 
Free  from  the  only  thing  I  hate. 

3  Had  I  a  throne  above  the  rest, 

Where  angels  and  arch-angels  dwell  ; 
One  sin,  unslain,  within  my  breast, 

Would  make  that  bcayn  as  dark  as  helL 


4  Tlie  piis'ner  sent  to  breathe  fresh  air, 

And  bless'd  with  liberty  again, 
Would  mourn  were  he  condemned  to  wear. 
One  link  of  all  his  former  chain. 

5  But  O  !  no  foe  invades  the  bliss, 

When  glory  crowns  the  christian's  head  3 
One  view  of  Jesus  as  he  is, 

Will  strike  all  sin  forever  dead. 

HYMN  CXV.  L.  M.     Cowper. 

The  narrow  way. 

1  "flT II AT  thousands  never  knew  the  road  I 

'*     What    thousands    hate    it    when  His 
known  ? 
None  but  the  chosen  tribes  of  God, 
Will  seek  or  choose  it  for  their  own, 

2  A  thousand  ways  in  ruin  end, 

One  only  leads  tojo\s  on  high; 
By  that  my  willing  steps  ascend, 
Pleas'd  with  a  journey  to  the  sky. 

3  No  more  I  ask  or  hope  to  find, 

Delight  or  happiness  below  ; 
Sorrow  may  well  possess  the  mind 

That  feeds  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow. 

4  The  joy  that  fades  is  not  for  me, 

I  seek  immortal  joys  above; 
There  glory,  without  end,  shall  be 
The  bright  reward  of  faith  and  love. 

5  Cleave  to  the  world  ye  sordid  worms; 

Contented  lick  your  native  dust; 
But  God  shall  fight,  with  all  his  storms, 
Against  the  idol  of  your  trust. 


116  117 
HYMN  CXVI.    L.  M.    Cowper. 
Grace  and  providence. 
\  LMIGHTY    King  !    whose    wond'rous 
^-^         hand  ! 

Supports  the  weight  of  sea  and  land; 
Whose  grace  is  such  a  boundless  store, 
No  heart  shall  break  that  sighs  for  more. 

Thy  providence  supplies  my  food, 
And  'tis  thy  blessing  makes  it  good, 
My  soul  is  nourish'd  by  thy  word, 
Let  soul  and  body  prise  the  Lord. 

My  streams  of  outward  comfort  came 
From  him  who  built  this  earthly  frame  5 
Whate'er  I  want  his  bounty  gives, 
By  whom  my  soul  for  ever  lives. 

Either  his  hand  preserves  from  pain, 
Or,  if  I  feci  it,  heals  again  ; 
From  Satan's  malice  shields  my  breast, 
Or  over-rules  it  for  the  best. 

Forgive  the  song  that  falls  so  low, 
Beneath  the  gratitude  I  owe  ! 
It  mean's  thy  praise,  however  poor, 
An  angel's  song  can  do  no  more. 

HYMN  CXVII.     8,  7.     Newton. 
After  sermon.      2  Cor.  xiii.  14. 
"Ji/T  \Y  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 
-L^-*-  And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 

Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord  5 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
•  Joys  which  earth  canuot  afiwd 


118   119 
HYMN  CXYIII.     8,  8,  6. 

For  Good  Friday. 

1  a*T»IS  finished,"  the  Redeemer sa 

J-    And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying head; 

O  wnnd'roas  loving  pain  ! 
Come,  sinners,  and  mark  well  the  word; 
Their  view  the  eonquests  of  our  Lord, 

Complete  for  helpiess  mini. 

2  Finish'd  the  righteousness  of  grace, 
Finish'd  the  pain  that  bought  our  peace ; 

The  sinners  debt  is  pair' ; 
Accusing  law  cancelul  by  blood, 
And  wrath  of  an  offended  God 

In  sweet  oblivion  laid. 
.  Who  now  shall  urge  a  second  claim? 
The  law  no  longer  can  condemn, 

Faith  a  release  can  shew  ■ 
Justice  itself  a  friend  appears, 
The  prison-house  a  whisper  hears, 

Loose  him,  and  let  him  go. 

-1?  O  unbelief,  injurious  bar  ! 

Source  of  tormenting  fruitless  fear, 

"Why  dost  thou  )et  reply  r 
Where'er  thy  loud  objections  fall, 
'T  Is  finish'd,  still  may  answer  all, 
And  silence  ev'ry  cry. 

HYMN  CXIX.     L.  M. 
The  Jubilee. 

CAPTAIN  of  thine  enlisted  host, 
Display  thy  glorious  banner  high  ; 
The  summons  send  from  coast  to  coast, 
And  call  a  num'rous  army  nigh. 
3  A  solemn  jubilee  proclaim, 

Proclaim  the  great  Sabbatic  day  \ 


*  120  Hi 

Assert  (he  glories  of  thy  name, 
Spoil  Satan  of  his  wisird  for  prey  f 

y  Bid,  bid  thy  heralds  publish  loud 

The  peaceful  blessings  of  thy  reign  : 
And  when  they  speak  of  sprinkling  blood. 
The  mystTy  to  the  heart  explain. 
4  Fight  for  thyself,  O  Jesus,  fight, 
The  travail  of  thy  soul  regain, 
Before  the  blind  make  darkness  light, 
And  crooked  paths  do  thou  make  plaiar 

HYMN  CXX.     CM. 

Waiting  Faith. 

1  ^T^rlE  saints  should  never  be  disinay?ds 
-*-    Nor  sink  in  hopeless  fear; 

For  when  they  least  expect  his  aid, 
The  Saviour  will  appear. 

2  Blest  proofs  of  pow'r  and  grace  divine 

Are  taught  us  in  his  word! 
May  ev'ry  deep-felt  care  of  mine 
Be  trusted  with  the  Lord. 

3  Wait  for  his  seasonable  aid, 

And  tho'  it  tarry,  wait : 
The  promise  may  be  long  delay'd, 
But  cannot  come  too  late- 

HYMN  CXXL     C.  M. 

Resignation. 

1  ^UBMJ$SlVE  to  thy  will,  my  God, 
^  I  all  to  thee  resign. 

And  bow  before  thy  chast'ning  rod? 
I  mourn,  bat  not  repine. 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  heart  complain^ 

Where  wisdom,  truth,  and  love, 
Direct  the  stroke^  inflict  the  paim 
And  point  to  rest  above  ? 


122  123 

S  How  short  arc  all  my  sulT'rinj 
Ilotf  needful  every  cross  ! 
A  vaunt  thou  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  call  my  gain,  my  loss. 

4  Then  give,  dear  Lord,  or  take  away, 
I'll  bless  thy  sacred  name; 
My  Jesus,  yesterday,  tc-d  v, 
For  ever  is  the  same. 

HYMN   CXXI1.     8& 

Fur  Good  Friday. 

1  2TPIS  done,  the  atoning  work  is  done  \ 

-*-    Jesus,  the  world's  Redeemer,  dies ; 
All  nature  i^els  th'  important  groan 

Loud  echoing  thro'  earth  and  skies; 
The  earth  Joth  to  her  centre  quake, 
And  heav'n  as  hell's  deep  gloom  is  black- 

2  The  temple's  vei!  is  rent  in  twain, 

While  Jesus  meekly  bows  his  head; 
The  rocks  resent  his  mortal  pain, 

The  yawning  craves  give  up  their  dead  : 
The  bodies  of  the  saints  arise, 
Reviving  as  their  Saviour  dies. 

3  And  shall  we  not  his  death  partake,     ■ 

In  sympathetic  anguish  groan  ? 
O  Saviour  !   let  thy  passion  shake 

Our  earth,  and  rend  our  hearts  of  stone 
To  second  life  our  souls  restore, 
And  wake  us  that  we  sleep  no  more. 

HYMN   CXXIII.     C.  M. 

Let  thy  presence  go  with  me. 

I  "TJEATH  cannot  make  my  soul  afraid, 
*^  If  God  be  with  me  there; 

H    2 


124 

Soft  is  the  passage  througn  the  shade. 
And  all  the  prospect  fair. 

2  Jesus,  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpow'ring  charms  : 
Scarce  shall  I  fee)  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms 

3  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  with'ring  flow'rs  : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  stream,  divides 
The  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

4  Sv^eet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  : 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between! 

5  O  could  I  make  my  fears  remove 

These  gloomy  fears  that  1  rise  ; 
And  see  the  Canaan,  which  I  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ! 

6  Clasp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  to  breathe, 
And  lose  my  life  amidst  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 

HYMN   CXXIV.     L.  M.     H.  K.  White. 

In  Heaven  we  shall  be  purified,  so  as  to  be  abh 
to  endure  the  splendors  of  the  Deity. 

\     4  WAKE,  sweet  harp  of  Judah.  wake, 
-^-  Retime  thy  strings  for  Jesus'  sake  j 
We  sing  the  Saviour  of  our  race, 
The  Lamb,  our  shield,  and  hiding-place. 

J2  When  God's  right  arm  is  bard  for  war, 
And  ihum  •  rs  clothe  his  cloudy  car, 
Where,  where,  oh  where  shall  man  ltiirc, 
To  'scape  the  horrors  of  his  ire? 


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3  'Tis  he,  the.  Lamb,  to  him  we  fly, 

lie  the  dread  tempest  passes  by, 
G     i  lees  bis  Well-beloved's  luce, 
A  i     spares  us  in  our  hiding  place. 

4  Thai  while  we  dwell  in  this  low  scene, 
The  Lamb  is  our  unfailing  screen  ; 
To  him,  though  guilty,  still  we  run, 
And  Gud  still  spares  us  for  bis  Son. 

5  \v   lile  yet  we  sojourn  here  below, 
Pollutions  still  our  hearts  overflow  ; 
Fallen,  abject,  mean,  sentenced  race, 
We  deeply  need  a  hiding  place. 

6  Yet  courage—days  and  years  will  glide, 
And  we  shall  lav  these  clods  aside; 
Shall  be  baptiz'd  in  Jordan's  flood, 

And  wash'd  in  Jesus'  cleansing  blood. 

7  Then  pure,  immortal,  sinless,  freed, 
We  througli  the  Lamb  shall  be  decreed; 
Shall  meet  the  father  face  to  face, 

And  need  no  more  a  hiding  place. 

HYMN  CXXV.     C.  M.     H.  K.  Whitje 

For  Family  Worship. 
i  f~\  LORD,  another  day  is  flown, 
-(^-J  And  we,  a  lonely  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 

2  And  wilt  thon  bend  a  listening  ear, 

To  praises  low  as  ours  ? 
Thou  wilt !  for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 
The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

3  And  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  will  deign, 

As  we  before  thee  pray  ; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 
And  we  arc  Jess  than  they. 


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O  let  thy  grace  perform  its  part, 

An  I  let  contention  cease; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 

Thine  everlasting  peace  ! 

Thus  cbasten'd,  cleans'd,  entirely  thine, 

A  flock  by  Jesus  led  ; 
The  Sun  of  holiness  shall  shine 

In  glory  on  our  head. 

And  thou  wilt  turn  our  wand'ring  feet, 
And  thou  wilt  bless  our  way ; 

'Till  worlds  shall  fade,  and  faith  shall  greet 
The  dawn  of  lasting  day. 

HYMN  CXXVI.     L.  M.     U.K.  White. 

The  Star  cf  Bethlehem. 

\\7TIEN  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
*        The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky; 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand-ring  eye. 

Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  Chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

Once  on  the  raging  seas  1  rod?, 

Tlie  Storm  was  loud — the  night  was  dark* 
The  ocean  yawird — and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 

Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Deaihstruck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem  ; 

When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  stai  of  Bethlehem. 

It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 
It  bade  my  nark  forebodings  eease ; 

And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  ieU  we  to  the  port  of  peace. 


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?  Now  safely  moor'd — my  peri  Is  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  fust  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  star  ! — the  star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

HYMN  CXXVII.    L.  M.    H.  K.  White. 

The  Penitent's  Trayer. 

\  f\  LORD,  my  God.  in  mercy  turn, 

^^  In  mercy  hear  a  sinner  mourn  ? 
To  thee  1  call,  to  thee  I  cry, 

0  leave  me,  leave  me  not  to  die  I 

2  I  strove  against  thee,  Lord,  I  know, 

1  spurird  thy  grace,  I  mock'd  thy  lairg 
The  hour  is  past — the  day's  gone  by, 
And  1  am  left  alone  to  die. 

3  O  pleasures  past,  what  are  ye  now 

But  thorns  about  my  bleeding  brow? 
Spectres  that  hover  round  my  braim, 
And  aggravate  and  mock  my  pain. 

1  For  pleasure  I  have  gi\en  my  soul, 
Now  justice,  let  thy  thunders  roll ! 
Kow  vengeance  smile — and  with  a  blow 
Lay  the  rebellious  ingrate  low. 

I  Jesus,  Jesus  !  there  Fll  cling, 
I'll  crowd  beneath  his  sheltering  wing; 
I'll  clasp  the  cross,  and  holding  there, 
Even  me,  oh  bliss  ! — his  wrath  may  spare  ! 

HYMN  CXXVIII.     8,  7,  8. 

The  Second  Advent. 

1  TJTTC  comes  !  he  comes  !  the  Judge  severe, 
■"-  The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near 
His  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roll,   * 
He's  vcIcoimc,  to  the  faithful  sou1-; 


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pic,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome^ 
Welcome  to  (lie  faithful  soul. 

I  rom  heav'n  angelic  voices  sound, 
See  the  Almighty  Jesus  crown'd  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
.And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face  ! 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  : 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
.And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord  ! 
Hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him, 

Hail  him,  their  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Shout  all  the  people  of  the  sky, 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High  : 
Our  God,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns : 
Ever,  ever,  ever,  ever, 

Ever,  and  for  ever  reigns. 

The  Father  praise,  the  Son  adore, 
The  Spirit  bless  for  evermore  : 
Salvation's  glorious  wor|g(s  done, 
We  welcome  Thee,  great  Three  in  One! 
Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
Welcome  Th.ee,  great  Three  in  One. 

HYMN   CXXIX.     8,  7,  4. 
The.  same. 


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0  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 


favor'd  sinners  slain  ! 
sand,  Th  attending, 

il  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Go.  on  eai  th  again  ! 


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Rob'cl  in  dreadful  n 
Those  who  se(  al 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tr< 

Deeply  wailing, 
ill  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his 

ling  bodj 
Cause  of  endless  exii: 

To  his  ransom'd  worshippers; 

Gaze  we  on  those  scars  ! 

4  Yea  amen,  let  all  adore  thee. 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne; 
Saviour  take  the  pow*r  and  giory, 
Claim  the  kingdoms  for  tliine  own, 
Jaii.  Jehovah  ! 
Ever'asVng  God,  come  down  I 

HYMN  CXXX.     L.  M. 

Following  Christ. 

1    TESUS,  my  aifeto  heav'n  is  gone, 
**    lie  whom  I  n^my  hopes  upon 3 
His  traek  I  see,  and  Til  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

ii  The  way  the.  holy  prophets  went, 
The  way  that  leads  from  banishment; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  No  stranger  may  proceed  therein, 
over  of  the  world  and  sin  ; 
No  lion,  uo  devouring  care, 
^"0  sin,  nor  sonjow  shall  be 


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Tliis  is  the  way  I  long  had  sought; 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not  j 
My  grief  a  burden  long  had  been, 
Opprest  with  unbelief  and  sin. 

The  more  I  strove  against  their  pow'iy 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb. 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  : 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

Then  will  T  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  Behold  the  way  to  God  ? 

HYMN  CXXXT.     C.  M. 

Imputed  Righteousness. 
T7V\IR  as  the  moon  my  robes  appear, 
-*-     Whiles  graces  are  my  dress  : 
Clear  as  the  sun,  while  found  to  wear 
My  Saviour's  righteousness. 

My  moon-like  graces,  changing  much, 
Are  soil'd  with  many  a  spot ; 

My  sun-like  glory  is  not  such — 
My  Saviour  changes  not. 

In  him  array'd,  my  robes  of  light 
The  morning  rays  outshine  : 

The  stars  of  heav'n  are  not  so  bright, 
Nor  angels  half  so  fine. 

Tho'  hellish  smoke  my  duties  stain, 

And  sin  deform  me  quite ; 
The  Wood  of  Jesus  makes  me  clean, 

And  his  ej}edience;  white- 


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Then  let  the  law  in  rigor  stand, 

And  lor  pcriectiou  call :' 
My  Lord  discharg'd  the  whole  demand, 

My  surety  paid  it  all. 

Let  evVy  high  self-righteous  thought 

Be  utterly  cast  down  : 
Free-grace  alone  the  work  hath  wrought}' 

And  grace  shall  wear  the  crown. 

O  may  T  practically  show 

My  inrrest  in  that  grace  ! 
Be  all  I  am,  and  have,  and  do, 

Devoted  to  thy  praise  ! 

HYMN  CXXXII.    C.  ML 

Absence  from  God. 

/^V  THOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
^^  Contrition's  humble  cry  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  : 

See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn  ! 
Thyself  hast  bid  me  seek  thy  face ; 

Thyself  hast  said,  Return. 

And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 
Thy  word  of  promise  cannot  fail, 

My  tow'r  of  safe  retreat. 

.  xVbsent  from  thee,  my  guide,  my  light, 
Without  one  cheering  ray ; 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  nigh^ 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

;  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine ; 

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And  let  thy  Spirit's  voice  impart ! 
A  taste  of  joy  divine  ! 

HYMN  CXXXIIT.    L.  M. 

Psalm  cxiii.  5. 

Tj^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
■*-     Let  the  Creators  praise  arise  ! 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truths  attend  thy  word  : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shoie  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more ! 

HYMN    CXXXIV.     CM. 

Jfter  Sermon. 


1  C^ALVATION  !  O  the  jjbufoftil  sound  ! 
^   What  pleasure  to  our  ear's  .' 

A  sov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound  .' 

3  Salvation  !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs; 

Salvation  shall  inspire  oui  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

HYMN  CXXXV.     CM. 

Praise  to  Jesas  Christ. 

*  /^OME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
^-^    With  angels  round  the  throne; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
J^tit  all  their  joys  are  one. 


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irthy  the  Lamb  tot  died,  they  cry. 
I'..  be  exalted  thus  ' 
Worth)  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 

For  he  i  for  us  .' 

J  Jesus  is  worthy  to  rect 

nor  and  pow'r  divine; 
A  nore  than  we  can  give. 

.   Lord,   for  ever  thi 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
'I  o  ; 
Of  him  t';rii  siis  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  CXXXVI      L.M. 

For  a  blessing  on  orJi.ntnces. 

1  I1ELOVED  Saviour,  faithful  Friend 
-*-*  The  joy  of  all  thy  cross's  train  5 
In  mercy  to  our  aid  descend 

Or  else  we  worship  thee  in  vain ; 

2  In  vain  we  meet  to  sing  and  pray, 

If  Christ  his  influence  withold ; 
Our  heaits  remain  as  cold  as  c!av. 
Till  we  our  God  by  faith  behold. 

3  Then  let  us  feel  tiiy  healing  beams, 

And  view  thy  reconciled  face  ; 
Yea,  prove  thy  presence  in  these  means 
To  bless  a  vile  and  helpless  race. 

4  Here  manifest  thyself  in  peace — 

Thy  faithful  merries  now  make  known  ; 
Oli !  breathe  on  us  a  gale  of  grace ; 
And  send  the  cheering  blessing  down  ! 

5  We  gladly  for  thy  coming  wait, 

Seekin.q  to  know  thee  as  thou  art 5 
We  bow  as  sinners  at  thy  feet, 

And  bid  thee  welcome  to  our  hear*. 


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HYMN    CXXXVII.     8,7,*, 

Easter. 
1  TTPRISING  from  the  darksome  tomb, 
**^    See  the  victorious  Jesus  come  ! 
Th'  Almighty  Pris'ner  quits  the  pris'n; 
And  angels  tell  the  Lord  is  ris'n. 
Angels,  angels,  angels,  angels,  angels,  tell  the 
Lord  is  ris'n. 

*2  Ye  guilty  souls  that  groan  and  grieve, 
Hear  the  glad  tidings,  hear  and  live  5 
God's  righteous  law  is  satisfied  ; 
And  justice  now  is  on  your  side. 
Justice,  justice,  &c. 

4J  Your  surety,  thus  released  by  God, 
Pleads  the  rich  ransom  of  his  blood. 
No  new  demand,  no  bar  remains; 
But  mercy  now  triumphant  reigns. 
Mercy,  mercy,  &c. 

4  Believers,  hail  your  rising  head, 
The  First-begotten  from  the  dead, 
Your  resurrection's  sure,  thro'  His, 
To  endless  life,  and  boundless  bliss. 
Endless,  endless,  &c. 

HYMN  CXXXVIII.    S.  M, 

Christ  our  Sacrifice. 

1  ]V0T  a11  tlie  blood  of  beaJ>ts 
-^    On  Jewish  altars  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 

Or  wash  away  the  stain  : 

2  But  Christ,  the  lieav'nly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  : 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 


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9  My  faith  would  lay  its  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine  f 
When  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

I  My  soul  looks  back  to  fee 
Tne  burden  thou  didst  bear, 
"When  !  anging  on  the  accursed  tree  j 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
AW-  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

HYMN  C  XXXIX.     C.  M. 

Exhortation  to  praise  the  Lord. 

1  ^ING  to  the  Lord,  Jehovah's  name, 
^  And  in  his  strength  rejoice; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

J  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 
And  psalms  of  honor  sing; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King 

Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand  : 
He  fix'd  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 

And  where  the  hills  n  usl  stand. 

I  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore. 
Come  kneel  before  his  fa< 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  I 
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HYMN  CXL.    C.  M. 

Praise  to  Jesus  Christ. 

\  pLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair, 
■*-     We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  heam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  grace 

Etheld  our  helpless  grief: 
He  saw,  and  (Oh  amazing  love  i) 
He  came  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above. 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled  : 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak  ! 

5  Angels  assist  our  mighty  joys  ! 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  : 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN  CXLI.     CM. 

The  reign  of  Grace, 

1  TJAPPY  the  heart,  where  graces  reign 
-*--*•  Where  love  inspires  the  breast? 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  perfects  all  the  rest. 

5  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear: 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
It  love  be  absent  there. 


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"3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sin. 
When  faith  and  hope  slmll  cease: 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
in  the  sweet  realms  oi"  bliss. 
4  When  joinM  to  that  harmonious  throng 
That  tills  the  choirs  above, 
Then  shall  we  tune  our  golden  harps, 
And  ev'ry  note  be  love. 
HYMN  CXLIL     8,  8,  8.     Watts. 
Praise. 

1  T'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
-*-  And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  j 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure  : 
He  saves  the  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind — 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

4  He  loves  his  saints — he  knows  them  well. 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns. 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 


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HYMN  CXLIII.     8,7.   ] 

Come  Lord  Jesus. 

±  £  iOME,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
^-^   Born  to  set  thy  people  free ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us} 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee  ! 
Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art; 
Dear  desire  of  ev'ry  nation, 

Joy  of  ev'ry  longing  heart. 

2  Corn,  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring  J 
By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-surficient  merit. 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne  ! 

HYMN  CXLIV.     C.  M. 

Faith's  review  and  expectations. 

i     A  MAZING  Grace  !  (how  sweet  the  sound) 
***  That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believ'd  ! 

3  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
*Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 


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\  ITes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease; 
I  sjiall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  Ufe  oi'joy  and  peace. 

HYMN  CXLV.    L.  M. 

The  Christian's  race 
i     4  WAKE  our  souls,  (away  our  fenr*, 
-^-  Let  ev'iy  trembling  thought  be  gone'j 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavY.lv  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

1  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint: 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  pow'r 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  'pty* 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  cue. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

Weil  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 

HXMN  CXLVI.     8s. 

Invitation  to  Christ. 
]   O  WF.ET  as  the  shepherd's  tuneful  reed 
^   From  Sion's  mount  1  heard  the  sound  ; 
Gay  sprang  the  How  'rets  of  the  mead, 

And  gladden'd  nature  smil'd  around. 
The  voice  of  peace  salutes  mine  ear; 
Christ's  lovely  voice  perfumes  the  air. 


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Fence,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 

Hath  taught  these  rocks  the  note  of  woe ; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow. 
Behold,  the  precious  halm  is  found, 
Which  lulls  thy  pain,  which  heals  thy  wound. 
Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  opprest, 

Unburtheu  here  thy  weighty  load, 
Here  find  thy  refuge,  and  thy  rest, 

Safe  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God. 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour,  glorious  word  ! 
That  sheaths  th'  avenger's  glitt'ring  sword. 
As  spring  the  winter,  day  the  night, 

Peace,  sorrows  gloom  shall  chase  away ; 
And  smiling  joy,  a  seraph  bright. 

Shall  tend  thy  steps,  and  near  thee  stay, 
Whilst  glory  weaves  th'  immortal  crown, 
And  waits  to  claim  thee  for  her  own. 
HYMN  CXLV1I.     C.  M, 
Christ's  compassion. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mead, 

For  he  has  felt  the  same. 
He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 

What  ev'ry  member  bears. 
He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
Tiie  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks^ 

Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 


us  n$ 

Then  let  our  humble  faith  add 

\[\s  mere}  and  his  power  ; 
V  e  E  iv'rine  grace 

In  th<  ing  hour. 

HYMN  CXLVIU.    L.  M. 
.7  propitious  tzale  longed  for. 

AT  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
Toiling,  I  cry,  sweet  Spirit,  come  .' 
se,  no  longer  slay, 
But  swell  my  sails,  and  speed  my  way  ! 
Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 
And  loose  ray  cable  from  below  : 
But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail, 
Thou,  thou,  must  breathe  tlf  auspicious  gale  ! 

HYMN  CXLIX.     7s. 
Come  and  welcome. 
T^ROM  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
-■-     When  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die. 
What  melodious  sounds  1  hear  ! 
Bursting  on  my  ravisb'd  ear. 
Lose's  redeeming  work  is  done. 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner  come. 

Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne. 

Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  my  piere'd  body  laid, 

Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid. 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner  come. 

i  Spread  for  thee  the  festal  board, 

See  with  richest  dainties  stor'd  ; 

To  thy  Father's  bosom  prest, 

Yet  again  a  child  contest; 

Never  from  his  house  to  roam, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner  come. 


150  lot 

Soon  .the  days  of  life  shall  end, 
I  ,ome  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
-/our  spirits  to  convey 
the  ivnlms  of  endless  day; 
Jp  to  my  eternal  home, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner  come. 

HYMN  CL.     C.  M. 
Christ  Lord  of  Ml. 
\  LL  hail !  the  great  Immanuel's  name  . 
■£*-   Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 

Let  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre, 

And  as  they  tune  it,  fall 
Before  his  face  who  tunes  their  choir, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 

Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod. 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 

Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget. 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 
Let  ev'ry  tribe,  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

That  bound  creation's  ball, 
Now  shout,  in  universsal  song, 

The  crowned  Lord  of  All. 

HYMN  CLI.     P.  M. 

Adoration. 
HP  HIS  Ged  is  the  God  we  adore, 
-*-    Our  faithful  unchangeable  Friend , 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  pow'r, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end 


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i  .     (etOS,  the  First  ami  the  Last. 

Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  sale  home.; 
We'll  praise  trim  for  all  that  is  past. 
Ami  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

HYMN  CLH.     Pope. 

The  dying  Christian. 

\  TTITAL  spark  of  heav'nly  flame, 
*     Quit,  oh  quit  this  mortal  frame; 
Trembling,  hoping,  liiiafrinjr,  flying, 
Oli  the  pain  the  bliss  of  dying  : 
Cease  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  Jet  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark,  they  whisper  I  angels  say, 
(i  Sister  spirit,  come  away  ;" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight; 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

G  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ; 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes,  my  ears 

With  sound  seraphic  ring; 
Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount,  I  fly  ^ 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

O  tleath,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

HYMN  CLIII     G.  ftt 

Ji  blessed  Gospel. 

1  "DLEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  kaovy 

■*-*  The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  paths  they  go3 
And  light  their  steps  surround, 

3  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 
Thro'  their  Redeemer's  naipe  j. 
B 


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His  righteousness  exalts  llieir  hope. 
Nor  satan  dares  condemn. 

The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  ; 
Israel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 

Thy  God  for  ever  lives  I 

HYMN  CLIV.    L.  M.    Watts. 

Original  sin,  or  the  first  and  second  Adam, 

A  DAM,  our  father  and  our  head 
"*"**  trausgress'd,  and  justice  doom'd  us  d  ead 
The  fiery  laws  speaks  all  despair, 
There's  no  reprieve^  no  pardon  there. 

But  O  !  unutterable  grace, 
Th'  eternal  Son  takes  Adam's  place ; 
Down  to  the  world  the  Saviour  flies, 
Suffers  our  curse,  and  groans  and  dies. 

O,  the  compassion  of  our  God, 
To  pay  our  debts  with  heav'nly  blood! 
Our  utmost  penalties  he  bore  ; 
Justice  itself  could  ask  no  more. 

We  bless  the  dear  incarnate  Son, 
And  sing  the  glories  he  hath  won  ; 
With  loudest  notes  we  join  to  tell 
The  wonders  he  perforra'd  so  welL 

Triumph  and  reign,  victorious  Lord, 
By  all  thy  flaming  host*  ador'd  ; 
Take  the  reward  of  all  thy  pains, 
And  bind  the  monster  Sin  in  chains. 

HYMN  CLV.    L.  M. 

For  Good  Friday. 
"VUHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
'  Y    Oft  whisk  the  P* iace  of  Glory  died, 


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TVIy  richest  gain  T  count  but  lo?s, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride 
~  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  Gtfd  ; 

All  the  vain  tilings  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  (-own  : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realms  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

HYMN   CLVI.     7s. 

Easter  Hymn. 

".  TESUS  Christ  is  ris'n  to-day,  Hallelujah, 
**  Our  triumphant  holy-day,  Hallelujah, 
Who  so  lately  on  the  cross,  Hallelujah, 
SurTerM  to  redeem  our  loss,       Hallelujah. 

2  flymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing, 
Unto  Christ  our  heav'nly  king, 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save.     Hallelujah. 

3  But  the  anguish  he  endur'd, 
Our  salvation  hath  procur'd  ; 
Now  he  reigns  above  the  sky, 

Where  the  angels  ever  cry,        Hallelujah. 

HYMN  CLVIL     CM.     Rmox. 

Jldvent — The  coming  and  office  of  Christ. 
Luke  iv.  18,  19. 

i  TTARK  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 
**■■*■  The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ' 


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Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

23  On  him  the  spirit  largely  pour'd, 
Exerts  his  sacred  lire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love* 
His  holy  breast  ins p ire. 

<5  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held, 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And  on  the  eyes  oppress'd  with  night. 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind^ 

The  bleeding  soul  lo  cure. 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
TJ  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

HYMN  CLVIII.     S.  M.    Watis. 
T&pipkany — The   blessedness   of  Gospel   times; 
ov  the  Revelation  of  Christ  to  Jews  and  Gen- 
tiles.    Isa.  v.  2,  7 — 10.     Matt.  xiii.  16,  17. 

1  XJTOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
-"-A  Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill; 

Who  bring  Salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  I 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ? 
**  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 


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How  happv  are  our  oars 

That  bear  n-is  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and   prophets  waited  for, 

And  sought,  but  never  found. 

How  bles<ed  are  our  eves 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long. 

But  died  without  the  sight* 

The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ! 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  CLIX.    L.  M.     Watte. 

Christ  dying,  rising,  and  reigning. 

TLTE  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  I 
**■■*■  Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  .' 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies .' 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground ! 

Come  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan'  I  beneath  your  load^ 

He  she/1  a  thousand  r  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  biood  ! 

Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  5 
The  Lord  of  Glory  dies  for  men  ! 

But  lo  !   what  sudden  joys  we  see  ? 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again  ! 

The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ? 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies  1 
5  2 


ma 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home. 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  : 
5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  5 
Sing  how  he  spoiFd  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains  ! 

fG  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 

"  Born  to  redeem,  instruct,  and  save  f'; 
Then  ask — "  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
"  And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave  ?" 

HYMN  CLX.     L.  M.    Wesley's  Coi,. 
Christ's  Ascension.     Psalm  xxiv.  7. 

1  /~^UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
*-J  Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 

Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits. 

And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay; 

16  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  .' 

"  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way!7' 

o  Loose  all  your  hars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  the  radiant  scene  $ 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4-  c;  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 
The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  overcame, 
The  world,  sin,  death  and  hell  orerthre\va 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 
5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay, 
4i  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  > 
"  Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way  ! 


i<;i 


u  \\  no  is  tlic  King  of  Glory,  who?" 

The  Lonl  of  boundless  power  pi 
T  ic  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 


O 


God  over  all,  for  ever  blest ! 

HYMN   CLXI.     L.  M. 
The  TenUetU's  supplication. 


IIOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 


Though  all  my  on mes  before  thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  ineinYy  from  thy  book. 

Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
\nd  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  : 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cast  out  and  banis.Yii  from  thy  sight: 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford  : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King; 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  1  bring  ; 
The  God  of  Grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dieadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye; 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace  | 


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I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

i  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 
HYMN  CLXII.     C.  M.     Steele. 
Penitential.     Jer.  iii.  22.     Hos.  xiv.  4. 

1  TTOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
-*--*-  Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 

Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  a  Return  j" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home  ? 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove? 
And  shall  apardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  pow'r, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  1  adore  ; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

HYMN  CLXIII.    L.  M.    Rippon's  Sel. 
The  Pool  of  Bethesda.    John  v.  2—4. 
i    fJOW  long,  thou  faithful  God,  shall  I 
■*■-*•  Here  in  thy  ways  forgotten  lie? 


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When  shall  the  means  of  healing  be 
The  channels  of  thy  grace  to  m 

liners  on  every  side  step  in, 
And  wash  away  their  pain  and  sin  ; 
But  I,  an  helpless  sin-sick  soul, 

ill  lie  expiring  at  the  pool. 

3  Thou  cov'nant-angel,  swift  come  down, 
To-day  thine  own  appointments  crown  . 
Thy  pow'r  into  the  means  infuse, 

And  give  them  now  their  saered  use. 

4  Thou  seest  me  lying  at  the  pool, 

I  would,  thou  know'st  I  would  be  whole > 

0  let  the  troubled  waters  move, 
And  minister  thy  healing  love. 

HYxMX  CLXIV.     L.  M.     Wesley. 
Penitential. 

i  f\  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 
"  O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus's  feet  to  lay  it  down  ! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus's  feet. 

2  Host  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  "of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thy  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  oft'  the  yoke  of  in-bred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

1  cannot  rest,  till  pure  within, 

Till  I  am  nn holly  lost  in  thee. 
4-  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  ; 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallow*d  blood. 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 


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0  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r  ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 

And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  spirit  cheer, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay ; 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away  ! 

HYMN  CLXV.     C.  M. 

The  necessity  of  renewing  grace. 

1  trOVV"  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
■*-■*■  Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 

The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 

In  paths  of  ruin  stray  ; 
Reason  debas'd  can  never  find 
The  safe,  the  narrow  way. 

3  Can  aught  beneath  a  powV  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue? 
?Tis  thine,  almighty  Saviour,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

4  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upwards  bid  them  rise  ; 
And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkenM  eyes. 

5  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live  ! 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

6  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  our.^ 

And  ^ive  them  life  divine  I 


16G  1C7 

i  hen  shall  our  passions  and  our  pov 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

HYMN  CLXVI.    C.  iM. 

Watchfulness  and  prayer.     Mat.  .xxvi.  4 1 . 

1  \  LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 
-^*~  What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven,  O  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain. 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  an,  how  vain  ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears  ! 

3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  1  lise, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ! 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope. 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail  j 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart; 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  pow'rful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heav'nly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 

HYMN  CLXVII.     C.  M. 

The  joys  of  Heaven. 
\  /^(OME,   Lord,   and   warm  each    languid 
^  Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  j       [heart; 


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And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Sorrow,  and  pain,  and  every  care, 

And  discord  there  shall  cease  ; 
And  perfect  joy,  and  love  sincere, 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

3  The  soul  from  sin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  its  power  no  more; 
Cut,  clothed  in  spotless  purity, 
Redeeming  love  adore. 

4  There,  on  a  throne,  (how  dazzling  bright!) 

Th'  exalted  Saviour  shines ; 
And  beams  ineffable  delight 
On  all  the  heavenly  minds. 

5  There  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs  ; 
And  endless  honors  to  his  name, 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

6  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire  ; 
Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above, 
We  join  th'  angelic  choir. 

HYMN  CLXVIII.     S.  M.     Watts. 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

\  /^OME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
^  And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord. 
And  thus  surround  the  throwe. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  this  place  5 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  lecc 


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S  Lei  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  lie  please, 
That  rirles  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  manages  the  seas  : 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love; 
He  shall  send  down  his  heavenly  powers. 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss, 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

9  ThehillofZion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
"We're  marching  through  ImmruuieFs  ground. 
To  fair°  on  high. 


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HYMN  CLXIX.     C.  JVf. 

Time  and  Eternity.     2  Cor.  iv.  IS. 

"OTOW  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys 
■*-■*■  Detain  our  hearts  and  eye*, 
Regardless  of  immortal  joys, 

And  strangers  to  the  skies  ! 
These  transient  scenes  will  soon  decay, 

They  fade  upon  the  sight ; 
And  quickly  will  their  brightest  day 

Be  lost  in  endless  night. 
Their  brightest  day,  alas,  hovr  vain  ! 

With  conscious  sighs  we  own  ; 
While  clouds  of  sorrow,  care  and  pain, 

O'ershade  the  smiling  noon. 
O  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 

Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 
There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 

Unconscious  of  decay. 
Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  I 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 

Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 
Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring 

Immortal  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  CLXX.    C.  M.    Watts. 

The  Christian's  confidence. 
V\7"HEN  I  can  read  my  title  cleav 
~*    To  mansions  m  ths  sliif,?, 


L7i 

ril  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
An  I  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurFd, 
Then  I  can  smile  ai  Satan's  rage, 
And  lace  a  frowning  world. 

5  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  foil ; 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peacefi.il  breast. 

HYMN  CLXXI.     L.  M.    Watts. 

Inviting — Life  the  dGy  of  grace  and  hope. 
Eccl.  ix.  4— 6,  10. 

i   "1  "    IFF  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
-^-^   The  time  t5  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n 
To  'scape from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
^ecure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die  ; 
But  ali  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 

Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  dons 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sua. 


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5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passM 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste  ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair^ 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

HYMN  CLXXiF.      C,  M.     Steele. 

The  goodness  of  God.     Nahum  i.  7. 

1  "V~^  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

-■-    With  songs  of  sacred  praise, 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  $ 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love, 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Sou, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
hi  i;s  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

>Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward^, 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

5  Great  God,  n  thy  Almighty  love, 
What  honors  shall  we  raise  ? 
Not  all  th-  angelic  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 


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HYMN  CLXX1II.    L,  M« 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  A  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 

•*■*-  Thy  daily  course  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  oil' dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacriiice. 

2  Redeem  thy  misspent  time  that's  past  : 
Live  this  day.  as  if 'twere  thy  last : 

T'  improve  thy  talents  take  due  care  : 
"Gainst  die  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 

Thy  conscience  as  the  noon-day  clear  : 
Think  how  th'  all-seeing  God,  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts,  surveys. 

■4  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part  : 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King. 

6  I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heav'nly  choir  $ 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire  : 
That  I  like  you  my  age  may  spend., 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend. 

6  May  I  like  you  in  God  delight, 
Have  all  day  long  my  God  in  sight  ; 
Perform  like  you  my  Makers  will : 
Oh  !  may  I  never  more  do  ill. 

?  Glory  to  tliee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 

And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept ; 

Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wak£, 

I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 
S  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew  ; 

Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ^ 
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€Juard  my  first  spring  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

§  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
Ail  i  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 
That  all  my  powYs,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

10  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  ail  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  y'  angelic  host  ; 
Praise  Father.  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  CLXXIV.    L.  M. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  JtJXORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
*-*    For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thy  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  1  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumphant  rise  at  the  last  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eye-lids  close  :. 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make. 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heav'nly  thoughts  supply  ! 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  pow'rs  of  darkness  me  molest 


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6  Let  my  blest  guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
Close  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep  ; 
Divine  love  into  me  instil, 

Stop  all  the  avenues  of  ill. 

7  Thought  to  thought  with  my  soul  converse, 
Celestial  joys  to  me  rehearse, 

And  in  my  stead,  all  the  night  long, 
Sing  to  my  God  a  grateful  song. 

8  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatines  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  angelic  host  ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  CLXXV.     L.  M.     Watts. 
Paraphrase  of  the  100th  Psalm. 

1  "OEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
-*-*   Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  5 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 

lie  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  5 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise  5 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise 
a  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 


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Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  mov 

HYMN  CLXXVI.     C.  M.     Steele. 
Fraise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  npO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
-*-    Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 

O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame  !) 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  r 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die : 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee  ; 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 

f  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

5  0  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  thenre 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  ; 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

HYMN  CLXXVII.    L.  M.    Watts, 
Communion  with  Christ. 

1  npO  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 

-■-   That  name,  in  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd^ 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know. 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  ax4  low  $ 


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Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

a  Yet,  whilst  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  his  sacred  i'eet  ; 
O  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love. 

4  Yes,  Lord,  we  love  and  we  adore, 
But  lOng  to  know  and  love  thee  more  ; 
And  whilst  we  taste  the  bread  and  wine. 
Desire  to  feed  on  joys  divine. 

5  Let  failli  our  feeble  senses  aid, 

To  see  thy  wond'rous  love  display'd  ; 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 

6  Let  humble  penitential  woe, 

With  painful  pleasing  anguish  flow ; 
And  thy  forgiving  love  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

HYMN  CLXXVIII.     S.  M.    Watts. 

The  Lord's  Day. 

*  "Y^ELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
*  *     That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near 

To  feast  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  may  we  sit,  and  see  him  here. 
And  love  and  praise  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  Jesus  is  within, 
Is  better  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 


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4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
Till  it  is  call'd  to  soar  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  CLXXIX.    L.  M. 

Preparation/or  Religions  Worship. 

1  TjWR  from  my  tho'ts,  vain  world  begone, 
-*-     Let  my  religious  hours  alone ; 

From  rlesh  and  sense  I  would  be  free, 
And  hold  communion,  Lord,  with  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire, 

To  see  thy  grace,  to  taste  thy  love, 
And  feel  thine  influence  from  above. 

3  When  I  can  say  that  God  is  mine, 
When  lean  see  thy  glories  shine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  men  call  rich  and  great. 

4  Send  comfort  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
To  cheer  me  in  this  barren  land  ; 

And  in  thy  temple  let  me  know 
The  joys  that  from  thy  presence  flow. 

HYMN  CLXXX.     C.  M. 

Thine  eyes  shall  sec  the  Ring  in  his  beauty. 
Isaiah  xxxiii.  17. 

1  G^HOULD  nature's  charms  to  please  the 
^  In  sweet  assemblage  join,  [eye9 
All  nature's  charms  would  drop  and  die, 

Jesus,  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  Vain  were  her  fairest  beams  displayed, 

And  vain  her  blooming  store  5 


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Her  brightness  languishes  to  shade, 
Her  beauty  is  no  more. 

3  But  ah,  how  far  from  mortal  sight 
The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 
A  veil  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 
4,  O  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 
On  strong  immortal  wing, 
And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King  ! 

5  There  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet, 

And  there  (divine  employ  !) 
The  triumphs  of  thy  love  repeat, 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

6  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day, 

O'er  all  the  blissful  place  ; 
"Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay, 
And  die  to  see  thy  face  ? 

HYMN  CLXXXI.     C.  M.     Steele. 
The  excellency  and  sufficiency  of  the  scriptures* 

1  "EjV\THER  of  mercies!  in  thy  word 
-*-     What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador  d 

For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grow? 

And  yields  a  free  repast, 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  know? 
Invite  the,  iohging-i 

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4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice. 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound, 

5  O  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight  : 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

G  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 
HYMN  CLXXXII.  L.  M.     Ripfon. 
The  seasons  crowned  with  goodness. 
Psalm  Ixv.  1 1. 

1  T^TERNAL  source  of  every  joy  ! 

-*-^  Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
To  hail  thee,  Sov'reign  of  the  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flow'ry  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coast  redundant  stores; 
And  winters  soften'd  by  thy  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  \ 


183  IS* 

;  ibe  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shad*. 

i  Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabhaths  bless  our  eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 
HYMN  CLXXXIII.     C.  M.     Watts. 
A  funeral  thought. 

1  1_T  ARK!  from  the  tombs,  a  mournful  sour/' 
-*--*-  My  ears  attend  the  cry  : 

<;  Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

"  In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ! 
"  The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head 
"  Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  prepared  no  more. 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'r  of  quick'ning  grace. 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  CLXXXIV.     8,  7. 

A  Charity  Hymn. 

1  T  ORD  oflife,  all  praise  excelling, 
*-*  Thou,  in  glory  unconfin'd, 
Deign'st  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling 

With  the  poor  of  humble  mind, 

2  As  thy  lo'-p,  through  all  creation, 

Beam§  like  thy  diffusive,  light  ^ 

M 


IS-* 

3a  the  scornM  and  bumble  station^ 
Shrinks  before  mine  equal  sight. 

3  Thus  thy  care,  for  all  providing, 

Wari»*d  thy  faithful  prophet's  tongue  $ 
Who,  tlie  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Israel  sung : 

4  When  thy  harvest  yields  thee  pleasure, 

Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shah  bind  5 
To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure, 
Of  the  scattered  ear  behind. 

CHORUS. 

These  thy  God  ordains  to  bless 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

5  When  thine  olive  plants  increasing, 

Pour  their  plenty  o'er  thy  plain, 
Grateful  thou  shall  take  the  blessing, 
But  not  search  the  bough  again. 
Chorus.    These,  &c. 

6  When  thy  favor'd  vintage  flowing, 

Gladdens  thy  autumnal  scene, 
Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean. 

Chorus.     These,  &c. 

7  Still  we  read  thy  word  declaring 

Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree  ; 
Mercy  ev'ry  sorrow  sharing 

Warms  the  heart  resembling  thee* 

$  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 
Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care, 
Screen'd  by  thee  in  ev'ry  danger, 
.Heard  by  thee  in  ev'ry  pray'r. 

Hallelujah,  Smtn, 


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HYMN  CLXXXV.     L.   M.     DoDi>i;ir.e,E. 
M  the  ordinal i oil  or  institution  of  a  Minister. 
J    WEATHER  of  mercies!  in  thy  bouse 

-*-     We  pay  our  homage  and  our  vowd  ; 

Whilst  with  a  grateful  heart  we  snare 

These  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  care. 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  heav'a  he  rose, 

In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scattered  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence  sprang  tlr  Apostle's  honor'd  name. 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame  ; 

Hence  dictates  the  prophetic  sage, 
And  hence  the  evangelic  page. 

4  In  lower  forms  to  bless  our  i 

Pastors  from  hence  and  Teachers  rise  ; 
W!io,  though  with  feebler  rays  they  shine, 
Still  mark  a  long  extended  line. 

5  From  Christ  their  varied  gifts  derive. 
And,  fed  by  him,  their  graces  live  ; 
Whilst  guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
Amidst  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand. 

6  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run, 
Through  all  the  courses  of  the  sun  ? 
Whilst  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish  large  and  fair. 

7  Jesus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  shall  know 
The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings  flow  \ 
Pastors  and  people  shout  his  piaise, 
Through  the  Jong  round  of  endless  days. 

HYMN  CLXXXVI.     L.  M. 
Prayer  for  Ministers. 
1  TCVA.THER  of  mercies  bow  ihine  ear, 
*-    Attentive  to  our  earnest  pray'r  ; 


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We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee, 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be. 

2  How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their  charge: 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge ; 
Their  best  acquirements  are  our  gain, 

We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

3  Clothe,  then,  with  energy  divine 

Their  words,  and  let  those  words  be  thine  j 
To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal, 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

•1  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed  : 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed  ; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain — 
Souls  that  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound  ; 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new  creating  pow'r. 

6  Let  sinners  break  their  massy  chains, 
Distressed  souls  forget  their  pains  ; 

Let  light  through  distant  realms  be  spread. 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 

HYMN  CLXXVII.     CM.    Watts. 

Unfruitfulness  lamented. 

1  T  ONG  have  we  sat  beneath  the  sound 
■*-^  Of  thy  salvation,  Lord : 

But  still  how  weak  our  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  we  frequent  thine  holy  place, 

Yet  heat  almost  in  vain  : 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
Do  our  false  hearts  retain  T 


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I   {few  ceM  and  feeble  isourle* 
How  aegligenl  oi:r  fear  ! 
How  low  our  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  lew  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God  !  tliy  sovereign  aid  irapa 

To  give  thy  uord  success; 
Write  thy  salvation  on  each  heart, 
And  make  us  learn  .thy  grace. 

5  Shew  our  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  Inch  ; 
Where  knowledge  grows  without  do; 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

HYMN    CLXXXVHL     CM. 

Furbiarciucc  cf  God. 

1  A  ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
-^*-  And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 

?Tis  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell. 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt, 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames ; 
While  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above, 
To  crush  our  feebb  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodness  cries,  u  Forbear/' 

Arid  strait  tiie  thunder  stays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 

Too  long  iudulg'd  our   sin  ; 
O  that  our  hearts  may  bleed,  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  our  lusts,  may  ye  commaadj 

No  more  may  we  obey  j 
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Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conquering  hand, 
And  drive  our  foes  away. 

HYMN  CLXXXIX.    8,7. 

Frayer  for  more  Light  and  Grace.    Isa.  ix.  2. 

1  T   IGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
-"  Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  thyself  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
Light  of  Life,  and  Light's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise ; 
Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing, 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart ; 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor  benighted  heart ; 
Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

Thou  hast  for  the  ransom'd  race ; 
Come,  thou  dear  exalted  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel-grace  £ 

3  Save  us  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild  pacific  Prince  ! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins. 
By  thine  all-restoring  merit, 

Every  burthen 'd  soul  release  j 
Every  weary,  wand'ring  spirit 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

HYMN  CXC.    L.  M. 

The  penitent  pardoned. 

GUILTY  and  vile,  before  my  God, 
I  dread  the  vengeance  of  thy  rod ; 
My  sins  like  lofty  mountains  grown, 
Might  justly  bring  thy  vengeance  dow»* 


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2  Thy  justice  dreadful  glory  claims, 

And  bids  me  sink  to  endless  flames; 
And  while  I  hear  thy  thunders  roar, 
I  own  thy  justice,  and  adore. 

3  But  there's  a  throne  of  grace  above, 
Where  Jesus  sits,  and  rules  by  love  : 
He'll  send  his  grace  and  mercy  down, 
And  all  his  grace  with  glory  crowa. 

4  Jesus,  to  thee  alone  I  fly  ; 
And  wilt  thou  let  a  sinner  die  ? 
Whilst  trusting  on  thy  sacred  blood, 
I  seek  no  other  way  to  God. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  will  sure  forgive, 
And  bid  a  guilty  sinner  live ; 

For  all  that  come  thy  grace  is  free. 
For  Saul,  and  Magdalen,  and  me. 

HYMN  CXCI.    C.  M.     Watts. 
God  glorious,  and  sinners  saved. 

1  TjWTHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines! 
*■      How  high  thy  wonders  rise  I 

Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r> 

Their  motions  speak  thy  will; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour, 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  great  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeauce  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms. 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known  5 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess, 


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Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone. 
The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
Bright  seraphs  chaunt  lmmanuel's  name, 
And  bring  their  choicest  strains,     j 

G  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

HYMN  CXCIL     C.  M. 

Christ's  Nativity. 

1  "O  EJOICE,  ye  sons  of  men,  rejoice, 
-*-*'  And  send  your  fears  away  ; 
News  from  the  regions  of  the  skies, 

Jesus  is  born  to-day  ! 

2  Jesus,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 

Comes  down  to  dwell  on  earth  ; 
To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
By  a  mysterious  birth. 

3  No  gold  nor  purple  swaddling  band;. 

Nor  robes  of  bright  array  ; 
A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
His  softest  bed  is  hay. 

4  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

And  see  his  humble  throne  ; 
With  tears  of  joy  in  ail  your  eyes, 
Go,  shepherds,  "  kiss  the  Son." 

5  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

Let  peace  surround  the  earth  ; 
Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love 
At  their  Redeemer's  birth. 


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HYMN  CXC1II.     C.  M. 

To  the  Trinity. 

1  T>LEST  be  the  Father  for  his  love, 
-*-*  To  whose  celestial  source  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endless  joys  above. 

Ami  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 

From  v>hose  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

Z  We  give  the  sacred  Spirit  praise 

Who  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe 
Makes  living  springs  of  grace  arise, 
And  into  boundless  glory  llow'. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son; 
And  God  the  Spirit  we  adore, 
That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  shore. 

HYMN  CXCIV.    C.  M. 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb, 

1  "VTOW  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain; 
-*-^    Be  endless  blessings  paid; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 

For  ever  on  thy  head. 

2  Thou  hast  redeenrd  us  by  thy  blood, 

And  set  the  pris'ners  free; 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God; 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

HYMN  CXCV.    L.  M. 

Communion  of  Saints. 

1    TESUS,  thy  lovely  self  reveal, 
•^    Are  we  not  met  in  thy  great  name  ? 


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Thee  in  the  midst  we  wait  to  fce\, 

We  wait  to  catch  the  spreading  flame. 
Truly  our  fellowship  below, 

With  thee,  and  with  thy  Father  is  J 
In  thee  eternal  iife  we  know, 

And  heaveivs  unutterable  bliss. 
In  part  we  only  know  thee  here, 

But  wait  thy  coming  from  above; 
Then  shall  thy  saints  behold  thee  near, 

And  every  soul  be  lost  in  love. 

HYMN  CXCVI.     L,  M. 

Death  swallowed  up  in  victory. 

1  \XTE  sing  his  love  who  once  was  slain, 

*  *     Who. soon  o'er  death  reviv'd  again ; 
That  all  his  saints  thro'  him  might  have 
Eternal  conquests  o'er  the  grave. 

Soon  shall  the  trumpet  sound,  and  we 

Shall  rise  to  immortality. 

2  The  saints  who  now  in  Jesus  sleep, 
His  own  almighty  pow'r  shall  keep, 
Till  dawns  the  bright  illustrious  day, 
When  death  itself  shall  die  away. 

Soon  shall,  &c. 

3  How  loud  shall  our  glad  voices  sing, 
When  Christ  his  risen  saints  shall  bring 
From  beds  of  dust  and  silent  clay, 

To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 

4  When  Jesus  we  in  glory  meet, 
Our  utmost  joys  shall  be  complete  ; 
When  landed  on  that  heavenly  shore, 
Death  and  the  curse  will  be  no  more. 

5  Hasten,  denr  Lord,  the  glorious  day, 
And  this  delightful  scene  display  ; 
When  all  thy  saints  from  death  shall  rise 
Kaptnr'd  in  bliss,  beyond  the  skies. 


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11XMN  GXCVII.    C.  M. 

PraUe  to  the  Trinity  for  a  precious  Gospt 

"DLESS'D  he  tliennmc  of'Zioivs  King, 
-*-*   For  gladsome  tidings  brought  ; 
With  thankful  hearts  we  join  to  sing 
The  love  the  Father  wrought. 

!  Bless- d  he  the  Son,  whose  matchless  love 
Redeem'd  us  by  his  blood ; 
Who  left  the  Father's  seat  ab&ve, 
To  bring  us  near  to  God. 

>  Bless'd  be  the  Spirit's  holy  grace, 
Who  gives  the  life  divine, 
Who  clothes  the  word  with  sweet  success, 
And  seals  the  sinner  thine. 

i-  Eless'd  be  the  undivided  Three, 
The  great  mysterious  One  ; 
The  message  was  alone  from  thee, 
We  bless  thy  name  alone. 

HYMN  CXCVIII.    U  M. 

Jsi\;r  of  mercy  and  judgment. 

1  "OEFORE  the  great  Jehovah's  bar, 

•*-*   Soon  must  assembled  worlds  appear,, 
And  every  word,  and  deed,  and  thought, 
Shall  into  judgment  then  be  brought ; 

2  Then  all  shall  hear  their  righteous  doom, 
Of  wrath,  or  endless  joys  to  come  ; 
And  each  receive  his  just  reward, 

Of  bliss  or  vengeance  from  the  Lord. 

3  Dear  Lord,  it  was  thine  hi ghest  joy 
To  save  where  sin  did  once  destroy  : 
While  thund'ring  vengeance  rolls  above, 
We  trnst  in  thy  redeeming  lore. 


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5  Hail  fcod  of  unexampled  grace  I 
All  heaven  shall  sound  thine  endless  praise 
High  glories  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
Who  death,  by  his  own  death,  o'ercame. 

cuokus. 
Hallelujah, 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  praise  the  Lord, 
Hallelujah.     Amen. 

HYMN#CXCIX.    L.  M.    Watts. 
Holiness  and  Grace.     Tit.  ii.  10 — 1 3; 

1  QJO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
^  The  holy  Gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour,  God  ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within. 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride; 
Whilst  justice,  temperance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN  CC.    C.  M.     Haweis. 

Remember  me. 

I  /~\  THOU  from  whom  ail  goodness  flows. 
^^  I  lift  my  heart  to  thee ; 
In  ail  my  trials,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 


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2  When  groan  inp  on  my  burden  \1  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart. 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  Temptations  sore  obstruct  my  tvay, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee  ; 
O  give  me  strength,  Lord,  as  my  day? 
For  good  remember  me. 

4  If  o;i  my  face  for  thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be, 
P11  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame^ 
If  thou  remember  me. 

5  The  hour  is  near,  consigned  to  death, 

I  own  the  just  decree  j 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
I'll  cry,  "  remember  me." 

HYMN  CCI.     C.  JVL    Watts. 

Love  to  the  creature  is  dangerous. 

1  TTOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  I 
-"-  How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too^ 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

3  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky; 
Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
WTe  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh. 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friend^ 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds. 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  I 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love^ 

How  £U*cmg  i;  strikes  the  sense.  I 
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Thither  the  warm  affections  move.; 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence.  ' 

5  Dear  Saviour!  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

HYMN  CCII.    S.  M.     S.  Stennett 
The  pleasures  of  social  worship. 

1  TJTOW  charming  is  the  place, 
■**■  Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad. 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces 

JFo  wtic:i  the  greatresort, 
Are  once  u>  be  compared  to  this, 
W  here  Jesus  holes  his  court. 

3  Here  on  the  mercy-seat, 

W  ith  rad  iant  g  I o ry  ero  w  n  'd, 
Our  joyful  eves  behold  hina  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  him  their  prayers  ai  d  'Ties 

Each  humble  soul  pi  $ents: 
He  listens  to  ti;:j,ir  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  a1!  their  wants. 

5;To  them  his  sovereign  will 
Be  graciously  imparts: 
Api'  in  return  accepts  with  smiles. 
The  tiibute  of  their  hearts. 

6  Give  me,  (>  Lord,  a  place 

Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thj  grace.* 
fte  servant  of  my  God. 


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HYMN  CCIII.     C.  M. 
The  sinner's  only  plea, 

1  XJTOLY,  and  just,  and  righteous  God, 
-■--■•  Before  thy  face  we  fall; 

We   head  thy  sin-avenging  rod, 
But  still  tor  mercy  call 

2  Mercy  divine  thro5  Jesu^  love 

Reveal  d  the  wo  .drous  plan  ; 
And  justice  joins  the  work  t'  approve 
Which  saves  rebellious  man. 

3  In  Christ  we  full  redemption  crave, 

Tiirough  his  atoning  blood  ; 
And  endiess  praises  Christ  shall  have* 
Wrho  brings  us  near  to  God. 

4  Justice  and  law  are  magnified, 

And  all  is  peace  and  love 5 
For  sinners  vile  the  Saviour  died, 
And  we  shall  reign  above. 

HYMN   CC1V,     C.  M.     Watts. 

Death  and  eternity. 

1  QjTOOP  down,  my  thoughts  that  use  to  rise, 
^   Converse  a  while  witn  death; 

Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quivering  lips  hang  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  faint  and  few, 
Then  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But,  O  the  soul  that  never  dies  ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts  pursue  it  where  it  flieSj 
And  trace  its  wondrous  way. 


4>  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwells 
It  mounts  triumphant  there; 
Or  devils  plunge  il  down  to  hell, 
In  mfinite  despair. 

5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove? 
O  !  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above. 

6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
My  flesh  shall  wait  for  thy  command,, 
And  drop  into  Any  dust. 

HYMN  CCV.    7s. 

Christmas. 

%  TTARII !  the  herald-angels  sing, 
-*--*-  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ? 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled. 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies'; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
i:  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem  V9 

3  Christ,  by  highest  hoav?n  ador'd, 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord  : 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb. 

4  Veil'd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity  .' 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  V  appear, 
Jesus  our  Immanuei  here. 

5  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 

Bom  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 


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Corn  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth. 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

6  Come,  desire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home; 
Rise,  the  woman's  conqu'ring  seed, 
Bruise  in  us  the  seipent's  head. 

HYMN  CCVL 

For  Christmas. 

1  TTITHER  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  off 
•*--*•  triumph. 

To  Bethlehem  go,  the  Lord  of  life  to  meet ; 
To  you  this  day  is  born  a  Prince  and  Saviour, 
O  come  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

2  Oh  Jesus,  for  such  wondrous  condescension 
Our  praise  and  reverence  are  an  orT'ring 

meet ;  [among  us, 

Now  is  the  word  made  flesh,    and  dwells 
O  come  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

3  Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choir  of  angels, 
Let  the  celestial  courts  bis  praise  repeat. 
Unto  our  God  be  glory  in  the  highest, 

O  come  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

HYMN  CCVII. 

Anthem  for  Christians. 

CHORUS. 

SHEPHL.vDS,  rejoice,  and  send  your  fears 
away ; 
News  from  the  sky,  the  Saviour's  born  to-day  I 

DUET. 

Jesus  the  God  comes  down  to  dwell  with  you, 
To-day  he  comes,  but  not  as  monarchs  do, 
No  gold  nor  purple,  royal  shining  things, 
A  manger  stands  and  holds  the  King  of  Kings 
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TRIO. 

Thus  Gabriel  sung,  the  heav'nly  angels  throng, 
They  tune  their  harps,  and  thus  conclude  the 
song: 

CHORUS. 

Glory  to  God  who  reigns  enthron'd  above, 
Good  will  to  men.  and  peace,  and  endless  love. 

HYMN  CCVIII.    C.  M.     Scott. 
Jllmighty.    Gen.  xvii.  1. 

1  /^j_REAT  God,  thy  penetrating  eye 
^~*    Pervades  my  inmost  powers  ; 
With  awe  profound  my  wond'ring  soul 

Falls  prostrate,  and  adores. 

2  To  be  encompass'd  round  with  God, 

The  holy  and  the  just; 
Arm'd  with  Omnipotence  to  save, 
Or  crumble  me  to  dust. 

3  O,  how  tremendous  is  the  thought ! 

Deep  may  it  be  imprest  ! 
And  may  thy  spirit  firmly  grave 
This  truth  within  my  breast! 

By  thee  observ'd — by  thee  upheld, 

Let  earth  or  hell  oppose  ; 
I'll  press  with  dauntless  courage  on, 

And  dare  the  proudest  foes. 

5  Yes,  for  thy  arm  shall  be  my  strength 
And  thine  Almighty  pow'r 
Shall  well  fulfil  thy  promises, 
And  victory  secure. 

%  Begirt  with  thee,  my  fearless  soul 
The  gloomy  vale  shall  tread  ; 
And  thou  wilt  bind  th'  immortal  crown 
Of  glory  on  my  head. 


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HYMN  CCIX.     C.  M.     Steels. 

Condescension  of  God.     \  Kings  viii.  27. 

1  INTERNAL  powY,  Almighty  God  ! 
-*-*   Who  can  approach  thy  throne? 
Accessless  light  is  thine  abode, 

To  angel-eyes  unknown. 

2  Before  the  radiance  of  thine  eye, 

The  heavens  no  longer  shine  5 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky 
Are  but  the  shade  of  thine. 

3  Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 

To  cast  a  look  below  ? 
To  this  vile  world  thy  notice  bend^-* 

These  seats  of  sin  and  woe  ? 
[4  But  O  !  to  shew  thy  smiling  face, 

To  bring  thy  glories  near ! 
Amazing  and  transporting  grace, 

To  dwell  with  mortals  here  !] 

5  How  strange  !  how  awful  is  thy  love  t 

With  trembling  we  adore  : 
Not  all  th'  exalted  minds  above 
Its  wonders  can  explore. 

6  While  golden  harps  and  angel  tongues 

Resound  immortal  lays, 
Great  God,  permit  our  humble  songs 
To  rise,  and  mean  thy  praise. 

HYiMN  CCX.     L.  If.    Scott. 
Exalted  above  all  praise.     Neb.  ix.  5, 
1     4  WAKE,  my  soul,  attune  the  lyre, 
-£*-  And  raise  to  heav'n  a  noble  song  5 
With  fixed  heart  adore  the  Lord, 
And  spread  his  praises  with  thy  tongue. 


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2  But  O,  the  vast,  the  boundless  theme  I 
Nor  human,  nor  angelic  mind 
Can  touch  the  height,  or  sound  the  depth, 
Nor  all  their  brightest  pow'rs  combin'd. 
o  Immensely  far  beyond  their  ken, 

His  matchless,  countless  glories  rise, — 
And  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  face 
From  the  most  penetrating  eyes. 

4  But  should  those  circling  clouds  disperse, 

And  the  full  Deity  display— 
O'erwhelm'd  with  the  refulgent  blaze, 
TV  astoni.sh'd  heav'ns  would  shrink  away\ 

5  Great  God,  and  shall  a  guilty  worm — 

A  grov'ling  insect  of  the  night, 
Take  aim  at  heav'n,  and  boldly  dare 
Celebrate  beauties  infinite  ? 

[6  Fir'd  with  the  view,  my  panting  soul 
Does  oft  her  feeble  pinions  try — 
Oft  she  attempts  in  tuneful  lays, 
The  glories  of  the  Deity. 

7  Vain  efforts  of  a  tow'ring  mind, 
Such  awful  myst'ries  to  explore  ! 
Wouldst  thou  divine  perfections  praise, 
In  silent  reverence  adore. 

HYMN  CCXI.     L.  M.     Tucker. 

Holiness,  Justice  and  Mercy  united* 
Psalm  lxxxv.  10. 

i  TNFINITE  grace  !  and  can  it  be 
-*-  That  heav'ns  supreme  should  stoop  so  low  I 
To  visit  one  so  vile  as  I, 

One  who  has  been  his  bitt'rest  foe  ! 

2  Can  holiness  with  wisdom  join, 

With  truth,  with  justice,  and  with  grace. 


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J «,-  make  eternal  blessin  »s  mine-, 

Ami  sin,  with  all  its  guilty  erase  ? 

O  love  !  beyond  conception  u 

That  form'd  the  vast,  stupendous  plan ! 
Where  ail  divine  perfections  meet 

To  reconcile  rebellious  man  ! 

i  There  wisdom  shines  in  fullest  Maze, 
And  justice  all  her  rights  maintains ! 
Astouish'd  angels  stoop  to  gage. 

While  mercy  o*er  the  guilty  reig 

5  Yes.  mercy  reigns,  and  justice  too — 

In  Christ  harmoniously  they  m< 

He  paid  to  justice  ail  her  due. 
And  now  he  tills  the  mercy-seat. 

6  Such  are  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

And  such  th'  amazing  depths  of  grace, 
To  save  from  wrath's  vindictive  rod, 
The  chosen  sons  of  Adam's  race. 

7  With  grateful  songs,  then  let  our  souls 

Surround  our  gracious  Father's  throne  : 
And  nil  between  ihe  distant  poles 
His  truth  and  mercy  ever  own. 

HYMN  CCXII.     C.  M.    Stennett. 

Mercy  and  Truth  united.     Psalm  Ixxxv 

1  \\^HFN  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace 
**     Disclos'd  his  kind  design, 
To  rescue  our  apostate  race 
From  mis'ry,  shame,  and  sin. 

5  Quick  through  the  realms  of  light  and  bliss* 

The  joyful  tidings  ran  ; 
Each  heart  exulted  at  the  n< 

That  God  would  dwell  with  man. 


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3  Yet  'midst  their  joys  they  paus'd  a  while, 
And  ask'd,  with  strange  surprise, 
"  Bat  how  can  injur'd  justice  smile, 
"  Or  look  with  pitying  eyes?" 

[4  "  Will  the  Almighty  deign  again 
"  To  visit  yonder  world ; 
"  And  hither  bring  rebellious  men, 
'     "  Whence  rebels  once  were  hurl'd  ? 

5  "  Their  tears,  and  groans,  and  deep  distress 

u  Aloud  for  mercy  call; 
"  But  ah!   must  truth  and  righteousness 
"  To  mercy  victims  fall  ?" 

6  So  spake  the  friends  of  God  and  man. 

Delighted,  yet  surprised ; 
Eager  to  know  the  wondrous  plan 
That  wisdom  had  devis'd.] 

7  The  Son  of  God  attentive  heard, 

And  quickly  thus  replied — 
"  In  me  let  mercy  be  rever'd, 
u  And  justice  satisfied. 

S  "  Behold  '   my  vital  blood  I  pour, 
"  A  sacrifice  to  God  ; 
"  Let  angrv  justice  now  no  more 
"  Demand  the  shiner's  blood." 
9  He  spake,  and  heav'ns  high  arches  rung, 
With  shouts  of  loud  applause; 
«  He  died,"  the  friendly  angels  sung, 
Nor  cease  their  rapt'rous  joys. 

HYMN     CCXIII.     C.  M.     Newton. 
Omnisciencp.  of  God.     Psalm  cxxxix. 

ONE  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 
Pierces  all  nature  through  ; 


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Nor  heaven,  nor  earth,  nor  hell  afford 
A  shelter  from  thy  view  ! 

2  The  mighty  whole,  e.irli  smaller  part. 

At  once  before  thee  li< js  ; 
And  every  Ihopght  of every  lieart 
Is  open  to  thine  eyes. 

3  Though  greatly  from  myself  concealM. 

Thou  seest  my  inward  frame  ; 
To  thee  I  always  stand  reveaPd, 
Exactly  as  I  am. 

*  Since,  therefore,  I  can  hardly  bear 
What  in  myself  I  see, 
How  vile  and  black  must  I  appear, 
Most  holy  God,  to  thee  ? 

5  Cut  since  my  Saviour  stands  between, 

In  garments  dyM  in  blood, 

*Tis  he,  instead  of  me,  is  seen, 

When  I  approach  to  God. 

6  Thus,  though  a  sinner,  I  am  safe  ; 

He  pleads  before  the  throne 
His  life  and  death  in  my  behalf, 
And  call  my  sins  his  own. 

7  What  wondrous  love — what  mysteries,. 

In  this  appointment  shine  ! 
My  breaches  of  the  law  are  his, 
And  his  obedience  mine. 

HYMN  CCXIV.     L.  M.    Needham; 

Wisdom  and  Knoicledge  of  God.     Job  xii.  15. 

1     \  WAKE,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 
"-  To  him  who  gave  thee  pow'r  to  sing  j 
Praise  him,  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 


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How  vast  his  knoweledge !  how  profound  I 
A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowu'd  I 
The  stars  he  numbers,  and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heav'nly  flames. 

Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  ihousand  thousand  charms  unfold: 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 
c  But  in  redemption,  O  what  grace  I 
Its  wonders,  O  what  thought  can  trace  ? 
Here  wisdom  shines  for  ever  bright — 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight !' 

HYMN  CCXV.    L.M. 

Birth  of  Christ.     Isaiah  ix.  6,  7. 

HPQ  us  a  child  is  born  from  heav'n  5 
-*-   To  us  the  Son  of  God  is  giv'n  j 
[So  JudaVs  ancient  prophet  sings, 
And  Gentiles  hail  the  news  he  brings, 

Gentiles  in  Jesus's  name  shall  trust, 
And  of  his  glories  make  their  boast ;] 
The  Government  of  worlds  he  made 
Upon  his  shoulders  shall  be  laid. 

His  name  the  Wonderful  shall  be  ; 
His  wonders  heaven  and  earth  shall  see  % 
The  Counsellor  of  truth  and  grace, 
Who  leads  in  paths  of  righteousness. 

The  mighty  God,  that  glorious  name, 
His  works  and  words  join  to  proclaim  : 
The  everlasting  Father,  He — 
And  the  whole  church  his  family. 

The  Prince  of  Peace,  on  David's  throne- 
And  nations  yet  unborn  shall  own 


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His  sovereign  and  his  gracious  sway, 
Proud  of  the  honor  to  obey. 

Justice  and  Judgment  hc?ll  maintain — 
To  everlasting  a>  es  reign  : 
Jlnd  his  hist  empire  shall  increase, 
Till  time,  \wth  all  its  movements,  cease. 

[7  Our  faith  in  grateful  triumph  boasts 
These  wonders  of  the  Lord  of  Hosts  : 
And  trusts  the  zeal  that  form'd  the  plan 
To  perfect  what  that  zeal  began.] 

HYMN  CCXVI.     P.  M.     Needham, 
Birth  of  Christ.     Luke  ii.   11— U. 

1  4  WAKE,  a^ake.  arise, 

-**-   And  hail  the  glorious  morn  ; 

Hark  !   how  the  angels  sing, 
"  To  you  a  Saviour's  born  :" 
Now  let  our  hearts  in  concert  move, 
And  every  tongue  be  tun'd  to  love. 

2  He  mortals  came  to  save 

From  sims  tyrannic  pow?r  : 
Come,  with  the  angels  sing, 

At  this  auspicious  hour  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  tongue  combine. 
To  praise  the  love,  the  grace  divine. 

5       The  prophecies  and  types 
Are  all  this  day  fulfill'd  ; 
With  eastern  sages  join, 

To  praise  this  wondrous  child  5 
God's  only  Son  is  come  to  bless 
The  earth  with  peace  and  righteous 

4       Glory  to  God  on  high, 

For  our  IrnmanueFs  birti- 
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To  mortal  men  good-will, 
And  peace  and  joy  on  earth  ? 
With  angels  now  we  will  repeat 
Their  songs,  still  new  and  ever  sweet. 

HYMN  CCXVII.     L.  M. 

Ml  in  all.     Col.  iii.  1 1 

1  TN  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire ; 
-"-  His  Spirit  does  my  heart  inspire 
With  boundless  wishes  large  and  high, 
And  Christ  will  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  Christ  is  my  hope,  my  strength  and  guide  5 
For  me  he  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  died  : 
He  is  my  sun,  to  give  me  light, 

He  is  my  soul's  supreme  delight. 

3  Christ  is  the  source  of  all  hay  bliss, 
JVly  wisdom,  and  my  righteousness — 
My  Saviour,  Brother,  and  my  Friend^ 
On  him  alone  I  now  depend. 

4  Christ  is  my  King  to  rule  and  bless. 
And  all  my  troubles  to  redress ; 
He's  my  salvation  and  my  all, 
Whate'er  on  earth  shall  me  befall. 

5  Christ  is  my  strength  and  portion  toe, 
My  soul  in  him  can  all  things  do ; 
Through  him  I'll  triumph  o'er  the  gravc; 
And  death  and  hell  my  soul  outbrave. 

HYMN  CCXVIII.    C.  M.    Fawcett 

Excellence.    Cant.  i.  3. 

•1  TNFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 
•*-  Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace  / 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shir?© 
With  Merer  fading  rayui 


2  Sinners  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  their  pray'rs  and  praise  ascend — 
In  thee  their  wi&hes  meet. 

j  Thy  name,  as  precious  ointment  shed, 
lh  lights  the  church  around  ; 
Sweetly  the  sacred  odours  spread 
Thro'  all  Immanuel's  ground. 

4  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thy  exhaustless  store; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givest  more. 

5  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy — 

They  find  their  all  in  thee  ; 
Thv  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Thro'  all  eternity. 

[6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  on  high  ; 
And  view  thy  matchless  beauties  there 
With  never  ceasiug  joy  ? 

7  Angels  shall  listen  to  my  song, 
And  seraphs  join  the  praise  ; 
For  none  amongst  the  happy  throng 
Shall  louder  triumphs  raise  !] 

HYMN  CCXIX.     L.  M. 

Friend  of  Sinners.     Luke  vii.  34. 

[I    TESUS,  th'  incarnate  God  of  love, 
*^    Rules  all  the  shining  worlds  above  ; 
And  tho'  his  name  the  heav'ns  transcend, 
Yet  he  is  still  the  sinner's  friend. 

2  Before  the  rolling  skies  were  made, 
Or  nature's  deep  foundation  laid, 


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He  saw  our  fall,  and  did  intend 

To  shew  himself  the  sinner's  friend.] 

3  Behold  the  condescending  God 

A  while  forsakes  his  bright  abode ; 
To  our  mean  world  see  him  descend, 
And  groan  and  die  the  sinners's  friend. 

4  When  the  appointed  hour  was  come, 
He  burst  the  barriers  of  the  tomb  ; 
Then  to  the  skies  he  did  ascend, 
Where  still  he  lives  the  sinner's  friend. 

5  Ye  mourning  souls,  to  Jesus  come, 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room  ; 

To  his  dear  hands  your  cause  commend, 
Who  only  is  the  sinner's  friend. 

HYMN   CCXX.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Pearl  of  great  price.     Matt.  xiii.  46. 

1  yE  glittring  toys  of  earth,  adieu, 

-*-    A  nobler  choice  be  mine ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Be  gone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  specious  baits  of  sense ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ? 
[3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown — 
O  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure,  meet.] 

4  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 
Their  boasted  stores  resign, 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 


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She  ild  earth's  vafa  treasures  all  depai 
Of  this  pDSSeSt  ; 

I'd  claqi  it  to  i: in  joyful  heart, 
I  bo  forever  blest. 

<?  Dear  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine; 
.Accept  the  praise  that  grace  inspire.', 
Since  1  can  call  thee  mine  ! 

HYMN  CCXXII.     CM.     Stenneti. 

Pleading  with  God  under  affliction. 

Lain.  iii.  39. 

1  YY^HY  should  a  living  man  complain 

*  "     Of  deep  distress  within, 
Since  every  sigh  and  every  pain 
Js  but  the  fruit  of  sin  ? 

2  Lord,  to  thy  dealings  III  submit, 

Nor  Would  I  dare  rebel; 
Yet  sure  I  may,  here  at  thy  feet, 
My  painful  feelings  tell. 

3  Thou  seest  what  floods  of  sorrow  rise, 

And  beat  upon  my  soul ; 
Deep  calls  to  deep — O  hear  my  cries, 
While  stormy  billows  roll. 

4  From  fear  to  hope,  and  hope  to  fear, 

My  shipwreck'd  soul  is  toss'd  j 
-Till  I  am  tempted  in  despair 
To  give  up  all  for  lost. 

&  Yet  thro'  the  stormy  clouds  I'll  look 
Once  more  to  thee,  nay  God ; 
©  fix  my  feet  on  Christ,  the  rock 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
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6  One  look  of  mercy  from  thy  face, 
Will  set  my  heart  at  ease ; 
One  all-commanding  word  of  grace 
Will  make  the  tempest  cease. 

HYMN  CCXXII.     CM. 

Physician,  or  the  Leper  healed, 

1  TESUS,  my  dreadful  leprosy 
**    Oppresses  me  with  grief; 
Here  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall 

For  pity  and  relief. 

2  I  am  unholy  and  unclean, 

Apply  thy  grace  to  me  ; 
For  thou  art  able,  if  thou  wilt. 
To  heal  my  leprosy. 

3  Compassion  moves  his  tender  heart, 

And,  with  a  gracious  word 
He  speaks,  "  I  will," — and  with  a  touch 
The  leprous  Jew  restor'd. 

4  Ye  leprous  souls,  to  Jesus  come. 

With  sin,  a  worse  disease  : 
Tis  he  can  heal  your  maladies, 
And  give  your  conscience  ease. 

5  He  can,  by  his  Almighty  grace, 

Heal  each  poor  leprous  soul  $ 

Come,  guilty,  filthy,  as  you  are, 

And  he  will  make  you  whole. 

HYMN  CCXXIII.    C.  M.    Hoskins. 

Bartimeus'  Prayer.    Mark  x.  46 — 50. 

1  T   IKE  Bartimeus,  we  are  blind, 
■*-^  Enwrapt  in  nature's  night ; 
The  grossest  darkness  veils  our  mind, 

For  gin  prevents  the  sight. 


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2  But  !o !  the  Lord  from  heav'n  ts  come 

To  open  sinners'  eyes; 
To  make  his  wond'rous  mercy  known, 
Ami  heal  their  maladies. 

3  Come  then,  ye  blind,  ami  beg,  and  pray, 

Viul  in  the  Lore!  believe  : 
For  v.ho  can  tell  ?  perhaps  to-day 
Vou  may  your  sight  receive. 

4  Jesus  of  Naz'reth  passeth  by — 

lie  is  the  sinner's  friend  ; 
Call  on  his  name,  and  wait  and  cry, 
Lie  will  your  suit  attend. 

5  Should  sinners  say  "  hold  ye  your  peaco, 

u  Nor  dare  to  make  so  free," 
The  louder  cry,  and  never  cease, 
"  Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me." 

6  Your  worthless  garments  leave  behind  j 

Go  to  the  Lord  of  light ; 
Trust  in  his  name,  however  blind, 
And  he  will  give  you  sight. 

HYMN  CCXXIV.     L.  M.     Gibbons, 
Church  described.     Cant.  vi.  10. 
AY  who  is  she  that  looks  abroad 
Like  the  sweet-blushing  dawn  ; 
When  with  her  living  light  she  paints 
The  dew-drops  of  the  lawn  : 
2  Fair  as  the  moon,  when  in  the  skies 
Serene  her  throne  she  guides, 
And  o'er  the  twinkling  stars  supreme 
In  full-orb'd  glory  rides  : 
1  Clear  as  the  sun,  when  from  the  east 
Without  a  cloud  he  springs, 


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Ami  scatters  boundless  light  and  heal, 
From  his  resplendent  wings  : 

1  Tremendous  as  an  host  that  moves 

Majestically  slow, 
With  banners  wide  displayed,  all  arm'd, 
All  ardent  for  the  foe  ! 

5  This  is  the  church  by  heav'n  array'd, 
With  strength  and  grace  divine  ; 
Thus  shall  we  strike  her  foes  with  dread, 
And  thus  her  glories  shine. 

HYxMN   CCXXV.     CM.     Gibbons. 

Z'torCs  Feast.     Isaiah  xxv.  6. 

J   /~\N  Zion,  his  most  holy  mount, 
^^  God  will  a  feast  a  prepare  ; 
And  Israel's  sons  and  Gentile  lands 
Shall  in  the  banquet  share. 

2  Marrow  and  fatness  are  the  food 

His  bounteous  hand  bestows ; 
Wine  on  the  lees,  and  well  refill 'd, 
In  rich  abundance  flows. 

3  See  to  the  vilest  of  the  vile 

A  free  acceptance  given, 
See  rebels,  by  adopting  grace, 
Sit  with  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ! 

4  The  pain?d,  the  sick,  the  dying,  now 

To  ease  and  health  restored, 
With  eager  appetites  partake 
The  plenties  of  the  blood. 

5  But,  O,  what  draughts  of  bliss  unknown, 

What  dainties  shall  be  giv'n, 
When  with  the  myriads  round  the  thxQTip 
We  joiu  the  to  of  Jw'n  ? 


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c  Theft  joys  immeasurably  high 
Sl.a'l  overflow  the  soul ; 
And  springs  of  life  that  never  dry 
In  thousand  channels  roll. 

HYMN  CCXXVL     L.  M.     Kingsbury. 

Ziuiis  Increase  prayed  for.     Isaiah  lxii   6.  7. 

1  (2*  RE  AT  Lord  of  all  thy  churches,  hear 

^*    Thy  ministers'  and  people's  pray'r; 

•n'd  by  thee,  O  may  it  rise 
Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies. 

2  Revive  thy  churches  with  thy  grace, 
Heal  all  our  breaches,  grant  us  peace; 
Rouse  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame 
With  ardent  zeal  for  Jesu's  name. 

3  May  young  and  old  thy  word  receive, 
Dead  sinners  hear  thy  voice  and  live ; 
The  wounded  conscience  healing  find, 
And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 

4  May  aged  saints,  matur'd  with  grace. 
Abound  in  fruits  of  holiness; 

And  when  transplanted  to  the  skies, 
May  younger  in  their  stead  arise. 

5  Thus  we  our  suppliant  voices  raise, 
And  weeping,  sow  the  seed  of  praise, 
In  humble  hope  that  thou  wilt  hear 
Thy  ministers'  and  people's  pray'r. 

HYMN   CCXXVI1.     L.  M.     Cruttende*. 

Conflict  between  Sin  and  Holiness.     Gal.  v.  17. 

I   \\/T  HAT  jarring  natures  dwell  within, 
Imperfect  grace,  remaning  sin  \ 
this  can  reign,  nor  that  prevail, 
Tho*  each  by  turns  my  heart  assail 


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2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die- 
Now  raise  my  songs  of  triumph  high; 
Sing  a  rebellious  passion  slain, 
Or  mourn  to  feel  it  live  again. 

5  One  happy  hour  beholds  me  rise, 
Borne  upwards  to  my  native  skies  ; 
While  faith  assists  my  soaring  flight 
To  realms  of  joy  and  worlds  of  light. 

4  Scarce  a  few  hours  or  minutes  roll 
Ere  each  reclaims  my  captive  soul; 
I  feel  its  sympathetic  force, 

And  headlong  urge  my  downward  course. 

5  How  short  the  joys  thy  visits  give  ! 
How  long  thine  absence,  Lord,  I  grieve  I 
What  clouds  obscure  my  rising  sun, 

Or  intercept  its  rays  at  noon  ! 

i  Great  God,  assist  me  thro'  the  fight —  ' 
Make  me  to  triumph  in  thy  might; 
Thou  the  desponding  heart  canst  raise — ■ 
The  vict'ry  mine,  and  thine  the  praise. 

HYMN  CCXXVIII.    L.  M.    Davies. 

Judgment.     Isaiah  xxiv.  18 — 20. 

1  [TOW  great,  how  terrible  that  God, 
XX  who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod .' 
He  frowns,  and  earth's  foundations  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break. 

2  See  now  the  glorious,  dreadful  day, 
That  takes  lh'  enormous  load  away  ! 
See  ocean,  earth,  all  nature's  frame, 
Sink  in  one  universal  flame  ! 

3  Where  now,  O  where  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck  ? 


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Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  tlirm  thrown  ? 
See  rocks,  like  snow,  dissolving  down  i 

4  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry — 
In  lakes  of  liquid  lire  they  lie  ; 
There  on  the  Naming  billows  lost, 
Forever,  O,  forever  lost ! 

5  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 
Your  eyes  shall  view  the  dreadful  scene  $ 
Your  Saviour  lives,  the  worlds  expire, 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

6  Jesus,  the  helpless  sinner's  friend, 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend  ; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul, 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole. 

HYMN  CCXXIX.     L.  M.     Scott. 

•Anger.     Eccl.  vii   9. 

1  T~\  ARE  vte  indulge  our  wrath  and  strife,. 
-"-*  And  yet  assume  the  christian  name  ? 
Give  our  wild  passions  sway ;  then  call 

Ourselves  the  followers  of  the  Lamb  ! 

2  He  was  all  gentle,  meek,  and  mild — 

Full  of  benevolence  and  love  ; 
Nor  could  the  rage  of  num'rous  foes 
Aught  but  his  soft  compassion  move. 

3  Not  all  their  scoffs,  nor  the  sharp  pangs 

Of  crucifixion,  could  inspire 
Within  his  breast  one  vengeful  thought; 
Or  one  tumultuous  passion  lire. 

4  But  we,  alas  !  how  soon  the  storms 

Impetuous  in  our  bosoms  swell  j 
What  stores  of  fuel  in  our  breasts, 
To  fced  those  racing  fixes  of  hell. 


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Spirit  of  grace,  do  thou  descend — 

Envy,  and  wrath,  and  clamor  chase; 
With  thy  mild  influence  quench  these  fires, 

And  hush  the  stormy  winds  to  peace  ! 

HYMN  CCXXX.     L.  JM.     Newton. 
Why  art  thou  cast  down,  tifc.     Psalm  xliii  5, 
"Vy  HY,  O  my  soul,  these  anxious  cares  ? 
"  *     Why  thus  cast  down  with  doubts  and 

fears  ? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  God  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 

When  first  before  his  mercy-seat 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit, 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

Did  ever  trouble  yet  befal, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

,  He  who  has  lielp'd  me  hitherto, 
Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through, 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  Ebenezer's  to  his  praise. 

HYMN  CCXXXI.     C.  M.     Cruden. 

Death  uncertain.     Eccl.  is.  10. 
IOME,  O  my  soul,  look  up  and  see 
How  swift  the  moments  run  ! 
Swift  as  the  wheel  of  time  rolls  round 
My  closing  days  bring  on. 

[2  Some  busy  hand,  perhaps  this  hour, 
Is  weaving  fast  my  shroud  ; 
Soon  hoary  winter  will  draw  on, 
And  freeze,  life's  Yital  flood.] 


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ew  clocks,  for  aught  I  know,  may  strike 
Before  my  funVal  knell, 
Which,  by  i's  doleful  sounding  tongue, 
^hail  my  departure  tell. 

4  c  When  the  grim  king  of  terrors  calls, 

May  1  triumphant  stand  ; 
And  find  my  Saviour  then  my  friend, 
To  guide  me  with  his  hand. 

5  Then  shall  my  spirit  soar  away 

To  heaven,  and  see  his  face  ; 
And  situ;,  with  all  the  ransom'd  throng, 
The  wonders  of  his  grace.' 

HYMN  CCXXXII.     C.  M. 

Happiness  of  saints  departed.     Rev.  xiv.  I— f> 

1  TTOW  happy  are  the  souls  above, 
-"--*■  From  sin  and  sorrow  free  I 
With  Jesus  they  are  now  at  rest, 

And  all  bis  glory  see  J 

2  n  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  aloud  they  cry, 

u  That  brought  us  here  to  God  :" 
In  ceaseless  hymns  of  praise  they  shout 
The  virtue  of  his  blood. 

3  Sweet  gratitude  inspires  their  songs, 

Ambitious  to  proclaim, 
Before  the  Father's  awful  throne, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

4  With  wond'ring  joys  they  recollect 

Their  fears  and  dangers  past ; 
And  bless  the  wisdom,  po\\  r,  and  love? 
Which  brought  them  safe  at  last, 

5  They  follow  the  exalted  Lamb, 

Where'er  they  see  him  go  $ 


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And  at  the  footstool  of  his  grace 

Their  blood-bought  crowns  they  throw. 

Lord,  let  the  merit  of  thy  death 

To  me  be  likewise  giv'n ; 
And  I,  with  them,  will  shout  thy  praise 

Through  all  the  streets  of  heav'n, 

HYMN  CCXXXIII.     S.  M.     Doddridge. 

Support  in  death.     Psalm  xxiii.  4. 

EHOLD  the  gloomy  vale 
Which  thou,  my  soul,  must  tread, 
Beset  with  terrors  fierce  and  pale, 
That  leads  thee  to  the  dead. 

2  Ye  pleasing  scenes  adieu, 

Which  I  so  long  have  known  ; 
My  friends,  a  long  farewell  to  you3 
For  I  must  pass  alone. 

S  And  thou,  beloved  clay, 

Long  partner  of  my  cares, 
;    In  this  rough  path  art  torn  away, 

With  agony  and  tears. 

[4  But  see  a  ray  of  light, 

With  splendor  all  divine, 
Breaks  through  these  doleful  realms  of  night} 
And  makes  its  horrors  shine] 

5  Where  death  and  darkness  reigns. 

Jehovah  is  my  stay ; 
His  rod  my  trembling  feet  sustains — 
His  staff  defends  my  way. 

6  tJtear  shepherd,  lead  me  on; 

My  son!  os  iains  to  fear  ; 
peath's  gloomy  phantoms  all  are  flowB, 
New  jjft's  great  Lord  ijs  near. 


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HYMN  CCXXXIV.     C.  M.     ToriAa*. 
jjjlict'wn,  or  meditation  on  God's  lotto* 
Psalm  civ.  34. 
I  TIT II EN  languor  and  disease  invade 
*  *     This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
-Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 
reel  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  sec  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 

5  Sweet  in  his  righteousness  to  stand, 

Which  saves  from  second  death  j 
Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day, 
His  spirit's  quick'uing  breath. 

6  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 
f  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 
To  trust  his  firm  decrees; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 
§  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams. 
What  must  the  fountain  be. 


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Where  saints  and 'angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee ! 

HYMN  CCXXXV.     L.  M.     Steele 

Inconstant  heart  lamented. 

1  \  H  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
-*•*-  That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart] 
Thus  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  In  vain  I  charge  my  thoughts  to  stay, 
And  chide  each  vanity  away; 

In  vain,  alas !  resolve  to  bind 

This  rebel  heart,  this  wand'ring  mind. 

3  Through  all  resolves  how  soon  it  flies, 
And  mocks  the  weak,  the  slender  ies; 
There's  nought  beneath  a  pow'r  divine, 
That  can  this  roving  heart  confine. 

4  Jesus,  to  thee  I  will  return, 

And  at  thy  feet  repenting  mourn : 
There  let  me  view  thy  pardning  love, 
And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

5  O  let  thy  love,  with  sweet  control, 
Bind  all  the  passions  of  my  soul ; 
Lid  every  vanity  depart, 

And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart. 

HYMN  CCXXXVI.    P.  M. 

Who  can  tell?    Jonah  iii.  9. 

^*    My  wants  and  sorrows  known  5 

And  with  a  humble  hope, 

Approach  thine  awful  throne; 
Though  by  my  sins  deserving  hell, 
I'll  not  despair,  for  who  can  tell  ? 


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Z      To  thee,  who  by  a  word 

AIv  drooping  sou!  can  cheer, 
And  by  thy  Spirit,  form 
Thy  glorious  image  there  ! 
My  foes  subdue,  my  fears  dispel, 
Til  daily  seek,  for  who  can  tell  P 

3       In  danger  or  distress 

To  thee  alone  I  ily  ; 
Implore  thy  powerful  help, 
And  at  thy  footstool  lie  : 
My  case  bemoan,  my  wants  reveal, 
And  patient  wait,  for  who  can  teil  ? 

4  My  heart  misgii  es  me  oft, 

And  conscience  storms  within  3 
One  gracious  look  from  thee, 

Will  make  it  all  serene: 
Satan  suggests  that  I  shall  dwell 
In  endless  flames,  but  who  can  tell  ? 

5  Curst  unbelief,  begone, 

Ye  doubts,  fly  swift  away  : 
God  hath  an  ear  to  hear, 

While  I've  a  heart  to  pray : 
If  he  be  mine,  all  will  be  well, 
For  ever  so,  and  who  can  tell  ? 

HYMN  CCXXXVII.    S.  ML    Dobell, 
Belwld.  now  is  the  accepted  time.     2  Cor.  vi.  2, 
1  ]^"OW  is  th*  accepted  time, 
■*-^   Now  is  the  day  of  grace ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay. 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 
1  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
The  Saviour  calls  to-day  5 


To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late, 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 

And  every  pro  i  ise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above. 

5  At  length  around  thy  throne 

They  shall  thy  face  behold  ; 
While  through  eternity  they'll  strive 
Their  raptures  to  unfold. 

HYMN  CCXXXVIIf.    L.  M.    Needhast. 
Books  opened     Rev.  xx   12. 

1  "Jl/TETHINKS  the  last  great  day  is  come, 
-*-'■*•  Methinks  I  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  every  tomb, 

And  wakes  the  pris'ricrs  under  ground. 

2  The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 

Awed  by  the  Judge's  high  command ; 
Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dust, 
And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand. 
[3  In  vain  the  wicked  strive  to  shun 

The  Judge's  quick  and  piercing  eyej 
In  vain  to  hills  and  mountains  run, 
And  to  the  rocks  for  shelter  cry.] 
4  Behold  the  awful  books  display'd, 

Dig  with  th>  important  fates  of  men! 
Each  word  and  deed  now  public  made, 
Written  by  heav'n's  unerring  pen. 


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5  To  every  soul  the  books  assign 

The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward  5 
Sinners  in  vain  foment  and  |»iue; 
No  pleas  the  Judge  will  here  regard* 

6  Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 

May  life's  faic  book  my  soul  approve;. 
There  ma)  1  read  my   lameenroU'd, 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  CCXXX1X.  S.  M.  Eeddoes— Altered. 

Christian  love.     Gal.  iii.  28. 

1  T    ET  party  names  no  more 

-"-^  The  Christian  world  o'erspread  : 
Gentile  and  Jew.  and  hond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  abound : 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance 

Should  be  in  union  found. 

3  Let  envy,  child  of  hell, 

Be  banisli'd  from  our  sight: 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell 
Who  in  the  Lord  delight. 

4  Then  will  the  church  below, 

Resemble  that  above; 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 

HYMN  CCXL.     C.  M      Swain. 

Brotherly  love.     Psalm  exxxiii    I. 

I  TTOW  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sigh$; 
-■--■-  When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight^ 
Aod  50  fulfil  his  word  J 


2il 

i  0  may  we  feet  each  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  parf ; 
May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  Free  ns  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  fix  above ; 
May  each  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  shew  a  brothers  love. 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow  ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

HYMN  CCXLI.    L.  ML 

Millenium.    Isaiah  xi.  5 — 9.    Rev.  xx.  4 — 10. 

1  T   OOK  up,  my  soul,  with  sweet  surprize, 
-"  Toward  the  joyful,  coming  day, 
When  Jesus  shall  desceud  the  skies, 

And  form  a  bright,  a  dazzling  day. 

2  Nations  shall  in  a  day  be  born, 

And  swift,  like  doves,  to  Jesus  fly ; 

The  saints  shall  know  no  clouds  return^ 

Nor  sorrow  mixing  with  their  joy. 

3  The  lion  and  the  lamb  shall  feed 

Together  in  his  peaceful  reign ; 
And  Zion,  blest  with  heavenly  bread, 
Of  pinching  wants  no  more  complain. 

4  The  Jew,  the  Greek,  the  bond,  the  free, 

Shall  boast  their  sev'ral  rights  no  more  f 


2*2 

Uut  join  in  sweetest  harmony, 
Their  Lord,  their  Sovereign,  to  adore. 

5  Thus,  -nil  a  thousand  years  are  pa^t, 

And  Satan  must  be  loos'd  again  ; 
Short  is  the  time  his  reign  shall  last, 
Ere  lie's  confin'd  in  endless  pain. 

6  But  the  blest  saints  shall  mount  on  high, 

Where  their deliv'ring  Pru.ce  is  gone; 
Angels,  at  God's  command  shall  fly, 

To  bless  them  with  the  conq'ror's  crown. 

HYMN  CCXLII.     L.  ;M.     Dobell. 
Blessed  are  they  that  mourn.     Matt.  v.  4. 

1  \\  7  II  Y,mourmng  soul,  why  flow  these  tears? 

*  *      W'l.y  thus  indulge  thy  doubts  and  fears? 
Look  to  thy  Saviour  on  the  tree, 
Who  bore  the  load  of  guilt  for  thee. 

2  rhen  cease  thy  sorrows,  banish  grief, 
1        »h  thou  of  sinners  art  the  chief; 

1  le  .  ounds  thai  make  poor  sinners  grieve^ 
Are  beu  they  in  Christ  believe. 

3  VI  ii  wounds,  he  wounds  to  heal— 
O,  'tib  a  n  •  rcy  thus  to  feel ; 

There's  none  can  mourn  while  dead  in  sin; 
Thine  arc  the   narks  of  life  within. 

4  Be  of  good  cheer,  on  him  rely  ; 

He'll  pa  transgressions  by; 

And  guide  ihte  a  and, 

'Till  thou  snalt  reaoh  fail  Ci  naan's  land: 

5  There  shah  thou  sine  his  dj  i  lg  love, 
With  all  the  n  throng  above, 
And  in  exalted,  joyfi  1 

The  rather,  Son,  and  Spirit  praise, 


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HYMN  CCXLIII.    L.  M.     Yoke. 

Prayer  fur  the  spread  of  the  Gospel. 

i  HpJrlY  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 
--*-    And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat, 

And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2   We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 
Thy  sovereign  mercy  to  i n treat; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope, 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

5  Hast  thou  not  sworn  to  give  thy  Son, 
To  be  a  light  to  Gentile  lands ; 
To  open  the  benighted  eye, 

And  loose  the  wi  etched  prisoners  bands  ? 

4  Hast  thou  not  said  from  sea  to  sea 

His  vast  dominions  shall  extend  ? 

That  every  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 

And  every  knee  before  him  bend  ? 

5  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 

The  time  to  favor  Zion  come ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  cali  thy  banish-d  children  home. 

HYMN  CCXLIV.    L.  M.    Fawcet. 

Promises.     Deut  xxxiii.  25. 

1  A  FFLICTED  soul,  to  Christ  draw  near* 
■*■*-  The  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful,  word  declares  to  thee, 

That  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be* 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond,  and  say, 
"  How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day  }u 
He  has  engag'd,  by  firm  decree, 
That  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be: 


3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  arc  strong. 
Ami  if  the  conflict  should  he  long-, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee; 
For  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

4  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name  : 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shall  see, 

That  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

5  When  call'd  to  hear  the  weighty  cross, 
Or  sore  affliction,  pain,  or  loss — 

Or  deep  distress,  or  poverty, 

Still  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue  ; 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 

And  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

HYMN  CCXLV.     C.  M.    Needham. 

After  Sermon.     Matt.  xiii.  3—23. 

\  TVTOW,  Lord,  the  heav*nly  seed  is  sown, 
-*-^    Be  it  thy  servant's  care, 
Thy  heav'nly  blessing  to  bring  down, 
By  humble,  fervent  prayer. 

2  In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 

And  water  too  in  vain : 
Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace, 
Send  down  thy  heav'nly  rain. 

3  Then  shall  our  cheerful  hearts  and  tongue* 

Begin  this  song  divine  ; 
Thou  Lord,  hast  giv'n  the  rich  increase* 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 


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HYMN  CCXLVI.     L.  M.    Dobell, 

Sabbath  Morning. 

I  |^<OME,  dearest,  Lord,  and  bless  this  day, 
^  Come,  bear  our  tho'ts  from  earth  away  : 
Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 

Z  Come,  holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine; 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest, 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

3  Then  when  our  sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
With  all  the  ransom'd  we  shall  spend 
A  sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 

HYMN    CCXLVH.     L.  M.     Cowter, 

Submission.     Heb.  xii.  7. 

1  TT\EAR  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
-*-*   And  help  me  to  resign 

Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command^ 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears? 

Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand, 

That  wipes  away  my  tears? 

3  No — let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 

Who  never  Inst  a  good  withheld, 

Nor  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour  jiil  my  journey  through 

Thou  art  engaged  to  erant : 
What  else  I  want,  r.:  think  1  do; 
?Tis  better  still  to  want. 


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S  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way: 
Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  motli  ? 

G  But  ah  !  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

HYMN  CCXLVIII.     L.  M.     Fawcett. 
Trials  the  Christian's  lot.     Deut.  viii.  2. 

1  nPHUS  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on, 

-■-    And  made  his  truth  and  mercy  known : 
My  hopes  and  fears  alternate  rise, 
And  comforts  mingle  with  my  sighs. 

2  Thro'  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 
Far  distant  from  my  blissful  home  ; 
Lord,  let  thy  presence  be  my  stay, 
And  guard  me  in  this  dang'rous  way. 

3  Temptations  every  where  annoy, 
And  sins  and  snares  my  peace  destroy; 
Sore  conflicts  interrupt  my  rest, 

And  daily  wound  my  anxious  breast. 

4  Afflictions  press  my  spirit  down — 
Under  their  weight  I  sigh  and  groan: 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent  God  I  mourn. 

5  My  soul,  with  various  tempests  toss'd, 
Her  hopes  o'erturn'd,  her  projects  cross'd. 
See*  every  day  new  straits  attend, 

And  wonders  where  the  scene  will  end, 

6  Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road, 
Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God  ? 


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Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know; 
While  in  the  wilderness  below  ? 

7  'Tis  even  so— thy  faithful  love 

Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove ; 
'Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall, 
That  Jesus  may  be  all  in  all. 

%  HYMN  CCXLIX.      C.  M.    NeedhAm. 
Warfare.     Eph.  vi.  11—17. 

1  OTAND  up,  ye  saints,  and  boldly  march 
^  Against  your  mighty  foes; 

Your  Jesus  fought  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  conquered  when  lie  rose. 

2  Put  on  the  armour  of  the  Lord, 

With  truth  gird  up  your  loins; 
No  earthly  armour  e'er  so  bright, 
With  such  a  lustre  shines. 

1  In  vain  the  prince  of  darkness  strives 
To  give  a  mortal  wound  ; 
Quench'd  by  the  shield  of  faith,  his  darts 
Fall,  harmless  to  the. ground. 

4  Stand  fast  in  every  evil  day, 

Stand,  and  your  foes  defy ; 
Victorious  faith  shall  gain  the  fie,ld, 
And  all  your  foes  shall  fly. 

5  Fear  not,  your  leader  has  subdu'd 

The  pow'rs  of  death  and  hell ; 
Dying,  he  conquer'd  all  his  foes, 
And  triumph'd  when  he  fell. 

6  From  heay'n  see  Jesus  holds  to  view 

A  bright,  immortal  crown  ; 
Fight  on,  for  this  shall  grace  your  brow . 
Whene'er  your  warfare's  done. 


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HYMN  CCL.     S.  M.     Shoveller. 
IVhat  shall  a  Man  profit,  $c.  Mark  viii.  36,  37, 

1  \I7HAT  does  the  word  tint:  gain 

*~     By  all  his  vain  pursuits? 
His  very  pleasure  gives  him  pain, 
And  niisYy  are  its  fruits. 

2  What  anxious  cares  corrode 

The  mind  iutent  on  wealth  ; 
His  mammon  oft  becomes  a  load, 
Which  robs  him  of  his  health. 

3  Does  he  his  end  attain, 

And  in  full  allluence  roll  ? 
What  does  the  sordid  creature  gain, 
When  God  demands  his  soul  ? 

4  His  spirit  still  must  live, 

Which  justice  will  demand  ! 
What  would  the  impious  wretch  now  give, 
To  wrest  it  from  his  hand  ? 

5  My  soul  to  beav'n  aspire, 

And  seek  thine  all  in  God : 
Nor  e'er  pollute  thy  pure  desire, 
By  trifles  on  the  road. 

6  He  does  my  soul  now  bless, 

With  his  enriching  grace; 
But  O  what  wealth  shall  I  possess, 
When  I  behold  his  face  ! 

7  These  riches  of  his  grace, 

Will  then  to  glory  rise, 
When  I  have  run  my  earthly  race^ 
And  gain'd  th'  immortal  prize. 
HYMN  CCLI.     L.  M. 
ZiorCs  increase  prayed  for.     Isaiah  li.  9. 
I     \  RM  of  the  Lord,  awake  !  awake  I 
-tx-  Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations  shake.' 


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And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah !  God  alone !" 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound. 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ! 
But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
The  blood  that  flowed  from  Jesus'  side. 

4  Arm  of  the  Lord,  thy  pow'r  extend 
Let  Mahomet's  impostures  end; 
Break  superstition's  papal  chain, 
And  the  proud  scoffer's  rage  restrain ! 

5  Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come; 

O  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home ; 
And  let  our  wond'ring  eyes  behold 
Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Jesu's  fold. 

6  Almighty  God  !  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  land  of  every  name  ! 

Let  adverse  pow'rs  before  thee  fall, 
j    And  crown  thee  Saviour,  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  CCLII.     L.  M.     Swain. 
Zion's  Pilgrims. 

1  T>ILGRIMS,  we  are  to  Canaan  bound, 
-*-     Our  journey  lies  along  this  road  ; 
This  wilderness  we  travel  round, 

To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 

2  A  few  more  days,  or  weeks,  or  years 

In  this  dark  desert  to  complain  j 

A  few  more  sighs,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  bid  adieu  to  pain. 


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HYMN  CCLIH.     L.  M.     Hart. 

Prayer  at  Parting. 
1   TAISMIS3  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
*-J   Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 
3  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesu's  blood  : 
Give  every  fetter'd  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN  CCL1V.     C.  M.     Gibbons. 
Prayer  for  Sand  iji  cat ion.     Heb.  xiii.  20, 2 1 

1  "IV'OW  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love 
-^   Who,  from  th'  impris'ning  grave, 
Restor'd  the  shepherd  of  the  sheep, 

Omnipotent  to  save ; 

2  Through  the  rich  merits  of  that  blood, 

Which  he  on  Calv'ry  spilt, 
To  make  th'  eternal  covenant  sure, 
On  which  our  hopes  are  built. 

3  Perfect  our  souls  in  every  grace, 

T'  accomplish  all  iiis  will ; 
And  all  that's  pleasing  in  his  sight, 
Inspire  us  to  fuiiil  ! 

4  For  the  great  Mediator's  sake, 

We  every  blessing  pray  ; 
With  glory  let  his  name  be  crown'd, 
Thro'  heav'n's  eternal  day  I 

HYMN  CCLV.     C.  M.     Cennick. 
Praise  to  the  Lamb.     Psalm  cxv.  1. 
I  IV^T  unto  us  but  thee  alone, 
-^   Blest  Lamb,  be  glory  giv'n  5 


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%  'Till  we  the  veil  of  flesh  lay  down, 
Accept  our  weaker  lays ; 
And  when  we  reach  thy  blissful  throne, 
We'll  give  thee  nobler  praise. 

HYMN  CCLVI.     C.  M. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit ,  or  fervency 
of  devotion  desired 

1  /~XOME,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
^  With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  strive  to  rise, 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !   and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers, 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN    CCLVII.     L.  M. 

Few  saved;  or,  the  almost  Christian,  the  Hypo- 
crite and  Apostate. 
1  "OROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
■*-*  And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
Here  shall  thy  praises  be  begun, 
And  carried  on  in  heav'n. 


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But  wisdom  shows  a  narrower  path, 
Willi  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemers  exeat  command; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 

If  she  would  gain  tins  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  >\alks  the  ways  of  Uod  no  more, 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain — 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain  ; 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

HYMN  CCLVIIL    L.  M.     Watts. 

Man  mortal  and  God  eternal.     Psalm  90. 

1  T\EATH,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
■*-*   Sweeps  us  away  :  our  life's  a  dream  $ 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flower, 

Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

2  [Our  a^e  to  seventy  years  is  set; 

How  short  the  time  !  how  frail  the  state  ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rattier  sigh  and  groan,  than  live. 

3  But  oh  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread! 
We  fear  the  power  that  strikes  us  dead.] 

4  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man — 
And  highly  lengthen  out  the  span, 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 


HYMN   CCLIX.    L.  M.     Steele. 
roor  in  Spirit.     Matt.  v.  3. 

1  "\7*E  bumble  souls,  complain  no  more — 

■*■    Let  faith  survey  your  future  store  5 
How  happy,  how  divinely  blest, 
The  sacred  words  of  truth  attest ! 

2  When  conscious  grief  laments  sincere, 
And  pours  the  penitential  tear  ; 
Hope  points  to  your  dejected  eyes, 
The  bright  reversion  in  the  skies. 

3  In  vain  the  sous  of  wealth  and  pride 
Despise  your  lot,  your  hopes  deride  : 
In  vain  they  boast  their  little  stores  ; 
Trifles  are  theirs,  a  kingdom  yours. — 

f  4  A  kingdom  of  immense  delight, 

Where  health,  and  peace,  and  joy  unite  5 
Where  undeclining  pleasures  rise, 
And  every  wish  hath  full  supplies. 

5  A  kingdom  which  can  ne'er  decay, 
While  time  sweeps  earthly  thrones  away  : 
The  state  which  pow'r  and  truth  sustain, 
Unmov'd  forever  must  remain. 

6  There  shall  your  eyes  with  rapture  view 
The  glorious  friend  that  died  for  you  : 
That  died  to  ransom,  died  to  raise, 

To  crowns  of  joy  and  songs  of  praise.] 

7  Jesus,  to  thee  I  breathe  my  pray'r  ! 
Reveal,  confirm  my  int'rest  there  : 
What'er  my  humble  lot  below, 
This,  this  my  soul  desires  to  know  ! 

8  O  let  me  hear  that  voice  divine, 
Pronounce  the  glorious  blessing  mine  5 
EnrolPd  among  thy  happy  poor, 

My  largest  wishes  ask  no  more. 


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HYMN  CCLX.     C.  M.     Kent 

Prodigal  Ret  urn.     Luke  xv.  2() — 30, 

1  \^TIfc2N  to  his  father's  fond  embrace 

*v    The  Prodigal  return'd, 
The  tears  bedew'd  liis  aged  face 3 
With  love  bis  bosom  burn'd. 

2  He  kiss'd  him  with  a  father's  love, 

Tho'  he  such  crimes  had  done ; 
Reprov'd  the  sin  that  made  him  rove, 
Yet  own'd  him  for  his  son. 

3  For  him  the  fatted  calf  they  slew, 

The  father's  grace  to  prove  : 
While  on  the  rebel's  hand  we  view 
The  tokens  of  his  love. 

\  With  a  bright  robe  my  son  array, 
For  'tis  my  royal  will ; 
Make  no  excuse — without  delay, 
For  lie's  a  fav'rite  still. 

5  His  shame,  his  folly,  and  his  sin, 

The  father  saw  no  more  ; 
His  thought,  his  ways,  his  acts  unclean, 
This  garment  cover'd  o'er. 

6  Thus  shall  Jehovah's  sovereign  grace, 

Thro'  Jesu's  biood  alone, 
Bring  all  th'  apostate,  ransom'd  race, 
With  weeping,  to  his  throne. 

HYMN    CCLXI.      L.  M.     Hoskins. 

Living  to  Ckrist.     Phil.  i.  21. 

i  "1  *    ET  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road 
-"   That  leads  the  soul  away  from  God  j 
This  happiness,  dear  Lord,  be  mine, 
To  live  and  die  entirely  thine. 


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On  Christ,  by  faith,  my  soul  would  live, 
From  him,  my  life,  my  all  receive; 
To  him  devote  my  fleeting  hours, 
Serve  him  alone  with  all  my  pow'rs. 
Christ  is  my  everlasting  all, 
To  him  I  look,  on  him  1  call ; 
He  will  my  every  want  supply, 
In  time,  and  thro'  eternity. 
Soon  will  the  Lord,  my  life,  appear; 
Soon  shall  I  end  my  trials  here — 
Leave  sin  and  sorrow,  death  and  pain- 
To  live  is  Christ — to  die  is  gain. 
Soon  will  the  saints  in  glory  meet — 
Soon  walk  thro'  every  golden  street, 
And  sing  on  every  blissful  plain, 
To  live  is  Christ,  to  die  is  gain. 

HYMN   CCLXII.    L.  M.    Hart. 

Hardness  of  Heart  lamented. 
f\  FOR  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
*^   To  melt  this  stubborn  stone  away  ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake; 
Of  feelings,  all  things  shew  some  sign 
But  this  usjfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
What  but  an  adamant  would  melt  ? 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

Eternal  Spirit,  mighty  God, 
Apply  within  the  Saviour's  blood; 
7Tis  his  rich  blood,  and  his  alone, 
Can  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  stone. 


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HYMN  CCLXIir.     C.  ftfc     Kent. 
Love  to  the  Law  and  to  the  Gospel. 

1  W**EN  flom  tIie  Pl'eci'Pls  to  tlie  Cl'°ss 

*"    The  humble  sinner  turns, 
His  brightest  deeds  lie  counts  but  dross, 
And  o'er  his  vileness  mourns. 

2  God,  on  the  table  of  his  heart, 

Inscribes  his  love  and  fear; 
He  loves  the  law  in  every  part, 
But  takes  no  refuge  there. 

3  Thus  gospel,  law,  and  justice  too, 

Conspire  to  set  him  free  : 
Reflect,  my  soul,  admire  and  view.. 
What  God  hath  done  for  thee. 


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DOXOLOGIES. 

Common  Metre. 
*0  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 
Long  Metre. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heav'n  adore 
Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 
Short  Metre. 
To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  glory  be; 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so, 
To  all.  elernity. 


2ft 

7  s.    As  Hymn  14. 

Sing  we  lo  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  : 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Particular  Metre. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Chost, 

The  God  whom  heav'ns  triumphant  host, 

And  suff 'ring  saints  on  earth  adore ; 
Be  glory,  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 

When  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 

Particular  Metre.    Jis  Hymn  59. 

Give  to  the  Father  praise, 

Give  glory  to  the  Son  $ 
And  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  equal  honors  done  : 
Our  mercies  thee  their  author  claim, 
And  honor  to  th'  eternal  name. 

8.  8.  6.     As  Hymn  28. 

Ye  saints  of  God,  your  voices  raise, 
And  sing  th*  eternal  Father's  praise, 

And  glorify  the  Son  : 
Give  glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
And  join  with  all  th'  angelic  host, 

To  bless  the  great  Three-One. 

8.  7.     As  Hymn  27. 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  to  th'  eternal  Son ; 
Sound  aloud  the  Spirit's  praises, 

With  the  elders  round  the  throne 


A  TABLE 

TO  FIND  ANY  HYMN  BY  THE  FIRST  LINE. 

Hymn  and  Page. 
\  WAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 
■**■  As  when  a  weary  traveler  gains 
Accept,  O  Lord,  our  songs  of  praise 
A  glance  from  heav'n  with  sweet  effect 
Approach,  my  sou!,  the  mercy-seat 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 
As  the  sun's  enliv'ning  ray 
Almighty  King,  whose  wondrous  hand 
Awake,  sweet  harp  of  Judah,  wake 
Amazing  grace  !  (how  sweet  the  sound) 
Awake  our  souls,  (away  our  fears 
At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home 
All  hail  the  great  ImmanuePs  name 
Adam,  our  father  and  our  head 
Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive 
Awake,  my  soul,  attune  the  lyre 
Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 
Awake,  awake,  arise 
Ah,  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart 
Afflicted  soul,  to  Christ  draw  near 
Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake  !  awake 
T>ESET  with  snares  on  every  hand 
-*-*  Beside  the  gospel  pool 
Behold  a  sinner,  dearest  Lord 
Bleak  winter  is  subdu'd  at  length 
Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion 
Beloved  Saviour,  faithful  friend 

m 


A  TABLE 

Hymn  and  Pagg. 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know  153 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  175 

Blest  be  the  Father  for  his  love  193 

Blest  be  the  name  of  Zion's  King  197 

Before  the  great  Jehovah's  bar  198 

Behold  the  gloomy  vale  233 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  257 

rf^XOME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest  4 

*~    Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing  27 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast  47 

Captain  of  thine  enlisted  host  1 19 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  135 

Come,  thou  long  expected  Jesus  143 
Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart  167 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord  1 68 

Come,  O  my  soul,  look  up  and  see  231 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day  246 

Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove  256 

T>EAR  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  here  1 

*r    Death  cannot  make  my  soul  afraid  123 

Dare  we  indulge  our  wrath  and  strife  229 

Pear  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil  247 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord  253 

Death  like  an  overflowing  stream  258 

"INTERNAL  Spirit !  we  confess  87 

•*-^  Eternal  source  of  every  joy  182 

Eternal  power,  Almighty  God  209 

Xj^OR  mercies,  countless  as  the  sands  6 1 

*-     Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee  8 1 

Trom  the  regions  of  love  102 

[Fair  as  the  moon  my  robes  appear  131 

Trom  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  133 

Trom  the  cross  uplifted  high  1 49 
Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world)  begone  1 79 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word  131 


OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn  and  Page. 

Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  house  185 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear  186 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  19  L 

/^RACE  !  "lis  a  charming  sound  6 

^"    God,  with  one  piercing  glance,  &c.  73 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call  78 

Great  Spirit  of  immortal  love  91 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  10 i 

God  gives  his  mercies  to  be  spent  104 

Glory  to  Ihee,  my  God,  this  night  174. 

Guilty  and  vile,  before  my  God  190 

Great  God,  thy  penetrating  eye  208 

Great  Lord  of  ail  thy  churches,  hear  226 

Great  God,  to  thee  I  make  236 

TTARK,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord  14 
-■--■-   How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints,  &c.    19 

Ho  !  all  ye  trembling  sinners,  hear  42 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  62 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives  83 

Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place  96 

Honor  and  happiness  unite  111 

Holy  Lord  God  !  I  love  thy  truth  1 14 

He  comes  !  he  comes,  the  Judge  severe  128 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign  141 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes  157 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  158 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  159 

How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart  162 

How  long,  thou  faithful  God,  shall  I  163 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies  165 

How  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys  169 

Hark  !  from  the  tombs,  a  mournful  sound  183 

How  vain  are  all  tilings  here  below  201 

How  charming  is  the  place  202 

Holy,  and  just,  and  righteous  God  203 


A  I ABLE 

Hymn  and  Page, 

Hark,  the  herald-angels  sing  205 
Hither  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs,  &c,      206 

How  great,  how  terrible  that  God  228 

How  happy  are  the  souls  above  232 

How  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight  240 

1"  THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  did  16 
-*-  In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come        49 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away  97 

I  was  a  grov'ling  creature  once  ]  12 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  142 

Infinite  grace  !  and  can  it  he  211 

In  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire  217- 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine  218 

T"ESUS,  where'er  thy  people  meet  2 

**    Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be  3 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name  12 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope  24 

Jesus  !  in  thy  transporting  name  43 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow  60 

Jehovah  is  our  shepherd's  name  75 

Jesus,  our  souls'  delightful  choice  88 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  100 

Jesus  my  all  to  heav'n  is  gone  130 

Jesus  Christ  is  ris'n  to-day  156 

Jesus,  thy  lovely  self  reveal  195 

Jesus,  th'  incarnate  God  of  love  2 1 9 

Jesus,  my  dreadful  leprosy  222 

JVINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake     72 

LORD,  when  together  here  we  meet  25 

Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling  29 

Lord  at  thy  feet  in  dust  I  lie  S2 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall  46 

Lord,  in  thy  presence  we  appear  48 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land  55 


OP  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn  and  Page. 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  1 13 

Lo  he  comes  with  clouds  descending  129 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord  171 

Lord  of  life  all  praise  excelling  184 

Long  have  we  sat  beneath  the  sound  187 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling  189 

Like  Bartimeus  we  are  blind  223 

Let  party  names  no  more  239 

Look  up,  my  soul,  with  sweet  surprize  241 
Let  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road  261 

MY  former  hopes  are  dead  1 5 

My  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all  7 1 

My  God,  how  perfect  are  thy  ways  105 

May  the  grace  of  Cod  our  Saviour  1 17" 

Methinks  the  last  great  day  is  come  238 

"VTOW  begin  the  heav'nly  theme  50 

-*-^    Now  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains  8S 

Now  gracious  Lord  thine  arm  reveal  108 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts  1 38 

Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  194 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time  237* 

Now,  Lord,  the  heav'nly  seed  is  sown  245 

Now  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love  254 

Not  unto  us,  but  thee  alone  255 

C\  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God  17 
^-^  O  thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne      54* 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit  57 

Oft  as  the  leper's  case  I  read  65 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  word  77 

Of  all  the  gifts  thine  hand  bestows  82 

O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown  125 

O  Lord,  my  God.  in  mercy  turn  1 27 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears  132 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  160 
R3 


A.  TABLE 

Hymn  and  page, 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry  161 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  164 

O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows  200 

One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord  2 1 3 

On  Zion,  his  most  holy  mount  225 

O  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day  263 

"ipRAISE  to  thy  name,  eternal  God  36 

•¥-     Plung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair  140 

Pilgrims,  we  are  to  Canaan  bound  252 

"O  AISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise,  &c.  31 

-"'  Rejoice,  ye  sons  of  men,  rejoice  192 

«5jALV/  TION  !  O  melodious  sound  10 

^  Sovereign  grace  has  pow'r  alone  66 

Saviour  visit  thy  plantation  70 

Stretch 'd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies  85 

Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown  98 

Submissive  to  thy  will,  my  God  121 

Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound  134 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  Jehovah's  name  139 

Sweet  as  the  shepherd's  tuneful  reed  146 

Should  nature's  charms  to  please  the  eye  180 

So  let  our  iips  and  lives  express  199 

Stoop  down  my  thoughts  that  use  to  rise  204 
Shepherds  rejoice,  and  send  your  fears  away  207 

Say  who  is  she  that  looks  abroad  224 

Stand  up,  ye  saints,  and  boldly  march  249 

HP  HE  Lord  will  happiness  divine  7 

-*-    The  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace  9 

The  Saviour  calls— let  every  ear  1 1 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God  afford  1 8 

'"Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know  20 

To  keep  the  lamp  alive  21 

The  day  is  past  and  gone  26 

The  time  h  short,  the  season  near  33 


OF    FIRS  I    LINES. 

Ii^mn  and  PQ£t. 

The  Saviour  !  O,  what  endless  charms  S5 

?Tis  finished  !  the  eoutlict  is  past  37 

The  voice  of  free  grace  39 

'Tis  religion  tliatcan  give  51 

Thou  who  for  sinners  once  was  slain  52 

The  God  of  love  will  sine  indulge  56 

The  Lord  proclaims  Ins  grace  abroad  63 

There  is  a  fountain  lill'd  \sith  blood  64 

The  God  who  once  to  Israel  spoke  68 

The  Saviour,  what  a  noble  (lame  69 

The  spirit  breathes  upon  the  word  109 

"  'Tis  finish'd,"  the  Redeemer  said  1 18 

The'saints  should  never  be  dismay'd  120 

'Tis  done,  the  atoning  work  is  done  122 

This  God  is  the  God  we  adore  151 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name  176 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord  177 

To  us  a  child  is  born  from  heaven  215 

Thy  people  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word  2  43 

Thus  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on  248 

TTNCERTAIN  how  the  way  to  find  80 

*^    Uprising  from  the  darksome  tomb  137 

V  ITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame  152 

"VITIIAT  various  hindrances  we  meet  8 
**      When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise     13 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away  23 

When  sinners  utter  boasting  words  41 

Where  two  or  three  together  meet  44 

While  here  on  earth  I'm  calPd  to  stay  45 

When  Hannah,  pressd  with  grief  59 

When  Israel's  tribes  were  parclrd,  &c.  67 

When  darkness  long  has  veil'd  my  mind  79 

When  sinks  my  weak  desponding  mind  90 

While  carnal  men  with  all  their  might  92 


A   TABLE 

Hymn  and  Page. 

Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord  93 

Why  should  the  child,   u  of  a  king  94 

With  all  my  poweis  of  heart  and  tongue  95 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  99 

What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do  103 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun  107 

What  thousands  never  knew  the  road  1 15 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain  126 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  147 

When  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross  155 

When  1  can  read  my  title  clear  170 

Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest  1 78 

We  sing  his  love  who  once  was  slain  196 

When  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace  2 1 2 

Why  should  a  living  man  complain  221 

What  jarring  natures  dwell  within  227 

Why  O  my  soul  these  anxious  cares  2 SO 

When  languor  and  disease  invade  234 
Why  mourning  soul,  why  flow  those  tears   242 

What  does  the  wordling  gain  250 

When  to  his  father's  fond  embrace  260 

When  from  the  precepts  to  the  cross  263 

"17'E  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm  22 

•*•    Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor  40 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men  84 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God  172 

Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu  220 

Ye  humble  souls,  complain  no  more  259 


INDEX. 


ABSENCE    from    God 

mourned 
Accepted  time 
Advent,  hymns  for    128, 

Afflictions  sanctified  by 
the  word 
Spiritual,  God  will  re- 
lieve 
Pleading  with  God  un- 
der 
Anger  deprecated 
Ascension  of  Christ 

B 

B  A  RTI  ME  US  Sprayer    229 
Bethesda's  pool  SO,  163 

Blessing   on   ordinances 

implored  53 

Brotherly  love    57,  239,  240 

C 
CANAAN,  woman  of 
Carnal  jovs  parted  with     9 
Uo 
Charity  Hymn  184 

Christ,  believer  not  asha- 
med of 
Precious  to  them  that 

believe 
The  life  of  the  soul 
His  blessings 
His    blood     cleansing 

from  sin, 
Praise  of  bis  victorious 

43,  45 

71 

3 


42 


His  divinity 

Our  gracious  advocate    8 

His    presence    with 
christian  worshippers    9 

His  presence  in  death      99 
»e  under  tempt- 
ation J00 

A  guide  through  death  101 


Our  righteousne 
His  sufferings  &  death    118 
|22,  165 

Believers' hiding  place  1-4 
His  second  advent  12 
The  true  way  130 

Praise  to  135,  139,  140,  151 
170,  180,  194 
Our  sacrifice  138 

Invitation  to       4,  146,  149 
Lord  of  all  150 

His  compassion  147 

His  coming  and  offices  157 
Hastening  to  suffer  69 

His  birth  celebrated       192 
205,  206..  215,  216 
Communion  with  177 

His  remembrance  pray- 
ed for  200 
All  in  all  217 
His  ascension  160 
His  excellence  218 
Friend  of  sinners  219 
Pearl  of  great  pi  ice  220 
The  true  physician  221 
Living  to  261 
His  humiliation,  exalt- 
atiou  and  triumph  9,  lo9 
Christian,  choosing  the 
better  part  5 
His  wants  24 
Raising  his  ebenezer  -7 
Death  of  37 
His  joy  in  believing  CO 
His  gratitude  Ci 
Tried  but  comforted  79 
His  perplexity  relieved  CO 
His  honor  &  happiness  111 
Following  Christ  130 
His  pn  sent  and  future 
bliss  163 
His  confidence  170 
His  communion    with 


INDEX. 


Christ  177 

His  warfare         '  24 

Friends  welcome  to         72 

Christmas,hvmns  for  102,  161* 

205,  206,  207,  215,  216 

Church  described  224 

Her    increase   praved 

for  226,  251 

Union  desired  57 

Come  and  welcome  149 

Come  Lord  Jesus  143 

Communion  with  Christ    177 
Of  saints  ]9"> 

Conflict,  christian's    88,  227 
Covenant  of  God  with 
his  people  63 

D 
DEATH,  of  a  sister  37 

Of  friends  56 

Swallowed  up  in  victo- 
ry 196 
And  eternity                   204 
Uncertainly  of               231 
Support  in                      233 
Dependence  on  God  21 
Devotions  short  yet  pre- 
valent 48 
Diligence  and  zeal  92 
Dying  Christian  to   his 
soul                                   142 
E 
EAST  ER,hy  uins  for  137, 156 
Ebenezer  27 
Effort  of  sinners  to  come 

to  Christ  76 

Epiphany,  hymn  for  157 

Eternity,  preparation  for   55 
Evening  hymns  26,  125,  174 

F 
FAITH,  praise  for 
and  unbelief,  struggle 
.  between 

Wanting  120 

Family   worship,  hymn 

for  125 

Following  Christ  130 

Forbearance  of  God  188 

Fortitude,  Christian  89 

Fountain   open,   praise 


for  64 

Funeral  thought  183 

G 

GOD.  walking  with  17 

Speaking  from  Mount 
Zion  96 

Absence  from  lamented  132 
His  goodness  172 

His  forbearance  188 

Gloiified  in  the  salva- 
tion of  sinners  191 
His  power  208 
His  condescension  209 
His  grandeur  210 
Holiness,  justice  and 
mercy  211 
Mercy  and  truth  212 
Omniscience  213 
Wisdom  &,  knowledge    214 

Good  Friday,  hymns  for   118 
122,  155 

Gospel,  the  power  of  God 

unto  salvation  103 

Its  blessedness  143 

Prayer  for  its  spread     226 

251 

Grace,  growth  in  36 

Free  and  unmerited  39 
Restoring  &,  preserving  95 
And  providence  of  God  116 
Its  reign  in  believers  141 
Necessity  of  renewing    165 

Gratitude,  christian  61 

H 

HANNAH,  her  success 
in  prayer  59 

Heart,  contrite  implored  7 
Rei^n  of  grace  in  the  141 
Inconstant  animated  235 
Hardness  of  262 

Heaven, us joys  147 

Prospect  of  124 

Heavenly  joys  on  earth    167 

Holiness  and  grace  199 

Holv  spirit,  influence  of     87 
Prayer  for  49,  148,256,  257 
His  witnessing  &,  seal- 
ing influences         94,  169 

Hope,  christian  236 


INDEX. 


Hope  Encouraged  90 

And  fear  1U 

I 

INTERCESSION    of 
Christ  83 

Invitation  to  Christ  4,  11,  140 
Jesus  precious  to   tiiem 
that  believe  1  { 

Tile  life  of  the  son]  13 

Praise  of  his  victorious 

love  43,   15 

Sweetness  of  his  name 

to  Christians  68 

Parting  to  suffer  I 

The  mighty  God  71 

The  true  shepherd  75 

Joy  the  fruit  of  faith  60 

Joys  of  heaven  147 

Carnal  abandoned  97,  11  5 

169 

Jubilee,  christian  1  ] v 

Judgment,  da^  of       73,  128 

129,  228,  238 

Li 

LAMB,  praise  to  £55 

Law  and  gospel  263 

Leper  healed  65,  2il 

Life  the   time  to  serve 

the  Lord  171 

Light,  the  shining  1 

And  grace  prayed  for     18 
Lord's  day,hymns  for  173,246 
Living  to  Christ 
Love  to  Christ 
Redeeming  29,  50 

To  the  brethren  91 

to  creatures  dangerous  201 
Lightning  in  the  night        74 

M 
MERCY  and  judgment    198 
Millenium  241 

Ministers  prayed  for  54,  186 
Mount  Zion,  God  speak- 
ing from  68 
Morning  hymn  173 
Mourners  comforted  242,  244 
N 


New  Birth  28 

.New  year,  hymns  for  107,  108 

OBEDIENCE,   necessi- 
ty of  171 
Old  things  passed  away     11:; 
Original  sin,  its  remedy     lj| 
Ordinances,    prayer   lor 

blessings  on  136 

Ordination,  hvmn  for         185 

P 
PARDON  of  sin  prayed 

for  46.  52 

Parting  hymns    25,  110,  117 
Peace  alter  a  storm  79 

Penitent  pardoned  VJO 

Penitential  hymns     129,  iCl 
102,  164,  190 
Perfections  of  God  en- 
couraging to  hope  90 
Perplexitj  relieved             80 
Poor  in  spirit                        259 
Power  ot  God                      208 
Praise,  hymns  of  82,  133.  142 
1*1,  176,  ISO 
Prayer,  exhortation  to  8 
Encouragement  to           59 
Preaching,  prayer  for 

blessings  on  13 

Presence  of  Christ  makes 

death  easy  99,  123 

prodigal's  return  260 

Promises,exceeding  great 

and  precious  19,  241. 

Promises  and  grace  of 

God  116 

Psalm  100  paraphrased     175 

R 
RELIGION,  blessings  of 
true  51 

Revival  of  prayed  for      70 
Resolution   of  penitent 

nners 
Resignation  to  God 
Resurrection  of  Christ 


NARROW  WAY 


Retirement,  its  benefits 
USlRigbteousness  of  Christ 


47 
121 
137 
150 

81 


INDEX. 


SAINTS,  departed,  hap- 
piness of  232 

Salvation  wholly  of  grace     6 
Prayed  for     '  10 

Celebrated  134 

Sanctification,prayer  for  254 

Saviour,  his  blessing  35 

Dying  85 

Exalted  86 

Seasons  crowned  with 
goodness  182,184 

Sermon,  hymn  before         53 
after  215 

Self-examination  20 

Sin,  Christ's  blood  clean- 
sing from  42 
Hatred  of  114 
Leprosy  of  healed  65 
Original  154 
And  holiness,  their 
conflict                         227 

Sinner  found  wanting         31 
His  successful  resolve     47 
Tempted,   flying  to 
Christ  100 

His  only  plea  202 

His  prayer  for  mercy      32 
46, 127 
Yet  room  for  40,  84 

Expostulation  with  98,  113 

Social  worship,  benefit  of  41 
44 

Spring  59 

Star  of  Bethlehem  126 

Submission  to  God     .       247 

Scriptures,  excellency  of  181 
T 

TEMPTATION,  Christ 
a  refuge  under  100 

Time,  shortness  of  33 


Time,  how  swift  107 

And  eternity  55 

Thirsty   soul    invited  to 
Christ  11. 

Thirsting  for  God  16 

Thief  on  the  cross  par- 
doned 66 

Trials  of  Christians  248 

Trinity,  hymn  of  praise 
to  193 

Trust  in  God  230 

U 

UNFRUITFULNESS 
lamented  187 

W 

WALKING  with  God         17 

Watchfulness  and  prayer  146 

Woman  of  Canaan,  her 
prayer  234 

World,  vanity  of       104,169 
201,  250 

Worship,  preparation  for  178 
Social,  hymns  for  ope- 


ning 
Hymns  to  be  used  in 


1,2 

125 
136 
202 
110 

253 


Its  pleasures 

Hymns  for  closing  25, 

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YOUNG  encouraged  to 

seek  Christ  22 

On  the  death  of  the         23 

Z 

ZEAL  and  diligence  92 

Zion  the  city  of  God  106 

Her  increase  prayed  for25l 


Zion's  feast 
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